I remember the women at the well, gossiping and laughing. They would then hoist their big old bucket on their head and sway slowly back to the village.
Here is a Somali flock of sheep.
For all its dryness, when a rain came, the most gorgeous desert blooms appeared in a brief radiance. Remember Robby?
Oh dear, I hope this safari has been coherant. I am not feeling the best, but finding these pics has ben a pleasant distraction.
