Africa is rich in children. All the children wave. They seem to expect nothing in return. They even wave from the roadside as you drive past. (We took very few photos of children waving, because we were too busy waving back.) The children sometimes asked us to play. They greatly outnumber the adults and are largely unsupervised.

We went to Kenya, Tanzania, and Zanzibar.

We learned how other people live.

One of our few photos of a child waving.


A Maasai boy herding cattle.


A child dancing with Matt.


Maasai performing a song and dance.


A Chagga boy on the slopes of Kilimanjaro.


Boys on a cart in Zanzibar.


A woman walking in Tanzania.


Clare in Tanzania.


A man who threw coconuts to us. Children playing on an old boat.


Matt with Biti and a man building a boat.

It may look like a studio photo, but this man really was building a boat on the beach. (Biti is the daughter of Ali, from whom Matt bought a shirt.)

We visited a Maasai village with fifty children, eight wives, and just one father. A single chief is the father of all of the children in the village; he 'owns' the village.