|Muhamed visiting the country of his birth|
Thursday 9 7:30am: The voice in my dream is Seppo, 'Do you want to get up now or sleep some more?' Dream says stay in bed, brain says get up. In a few minutes I've showered, and am at the door ready to leave. Little Ronnie, 4 and a half ( I'll be five on June 15th he says) is dressed for school and swings on the metal front door gate while we wait for the others. He's chatty and happy and driving up to the school he skips up the steps with an eagerness that is refreshing.
At the Arusha Masai Cafe we have breakfast and start thinking about the workshops, the trip to Kondoa and how we are going to work first with the local children who's ancestors were the people who made the Rock Art paintings tens of thousands of years ago. Seppo tells me that their DNA is pure and that they have no mixed blood.
After breakfast I unpack the camera gear, put tripods, flash systems and portable hard drives in order to keep the documenting process as ready as possible for anything that happens. Setting up my panorama head with the Sony R1 I take it out into the intense summer sun and do a quick panorama of the Arusha Masai Cafe from the front side.
|Arusha Masai Cafe|
In the afternoon we do a bit more planning and come up with a fun solution for the Kondoa school children. We improvise some brushes and think about the problems we might encounter on the way. Its dusty here - its dusty everywhere and keeping an ink jet printer in good condition basically means you have to seal it when its not being used to stop the invisible blanket of dust from seeping in everywhere. After jus a few hours you can run your finger over a surface and find a fine layer chalk-like dust covering everything.
Tomorrow we plan a quick stop at the International school to discuss the photography and print project with the teachers. Then we'll head south to Kondoa for the weekend with the local school project starting on Saturday.
|The Arusha Masai Cafe|