On the Island... Baby on Back

(Gicumbi, Rwanda)

Age and beauty

 The conversation went something like this (and I'm paraphrasing of course since I don't speak Kinyarwanda):

Me:  May I please take your picture?
Her:  Me?  Are you sure?  Why not her?  Why do you want to take my picture?
Me: Because I like your hat, your outfit.  And I think you're beautiful.
Her: What?!  How can a woman my age be beautiful?  I'm old.  Beauty is youth.
Me:  I disagree... I think you get more beautiful as you get older.
Her:  [laughing] Ok, fine.
Me:  Murakoze!  *snap snap snap snap snap snap*

By the way, I love when someone breaks from their sober pose into a genuine smile.  Pure delight.  A few more like these on the way...
                                                                                                                                    (Gicumbi, Rwanda)

The Open Road

No guesses on how fast I drove this stretch of island road.  Let's just say I was late for my flight, there was no traffic and the volume was set to loud. (I know this is cliché , but yes, Sigur Ros was on the playlist.)    Talk about a dream drive.  In retrospect, it wouldn't have been unbearable to miss my flight.  Next time...

                                                                                                                       (Near Vik, Iceland)

Happy Monday

On the island ... Blue Trousers

That hat, those trousers...

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