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July 4th on the National Mall

July 6, 2010

Happy July 4th y’all! Hope you all had a nice weekend!

I myself spent a few hours Saturday and Sunday on the National Mall here in DC. For those not familiar with DC, the “Mall” is an outdoor lawn area between the Capitol Building, Washington Monument, WWII Memorial (my favorite!), Reflecting Pool, and Lincoln Memorial. During the summer, the Mall’s home to many city-sponsored festivals and big screen movies as well as people sightseeing, playing, or simply relaxing. I really do enjoy it. This weekend, it was home to the Folk Life Festival, big-band pop music, and closing out the 4th, DC’s famous firework display. Here are just a few of my favorite images… hope you enjoy!

Visitors and tourists congregate outside the White House gates

Visitors and tourists congregate outside the White House gates

Celebration for the promotion of a Marine lieutenant at the World War II Memorial

Celebration for the promotion of a Marine lieutenant at the World War II Memorial

Man visits the Washington Monument as the very last of the day's light shines so softly

Man visits the Washington Monument as the very last of the day's light shines so softly

Hoses are unleashed on the Mall to help keep the children cool and entertained on this hot July afternoon

Hoses are unleashed on the Mall to help keep the children cool and entertained on this hot July afternoon

(PS. The girl here in the yellow was great (I have several more of her)! A bit of a hose hog (with others lined up behind her for their never approaching turn), she was fortunately kind to me as she kept turning in my direction, only a foot away, and giving me a look such as “you know you’re asking for it, right?!” . . . but would then turn back around and shoot another unsuspecting person simply walking by, ha!)

Other children enjoyed climbing the trees, taking in a better view of the thousands that occupied the lawn

Other children enjoyed climbing the trees, taking in a better view of the thousands that occupied the lawn

And the wonderful firework display to close out the independence day celebration!

And the wonderful firework display to close out the independence day celebration!

And for a web gallery of these images and more, check THIS out!
(Best viewed full screen – icon to the bottom right of the gallery)

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Let the Good Times Roll . . . Nawlins Style!

May 19, 2010

Ah, the joy of good times spent with good friends in the mighty New Orleans! And my sixth year at the city’s Jazzfest reminded me of why I return every year! Traditionally headed down for the second of the two Apr/May weekends, this year, college friends and I opted for the first weekend . . . though unfortunately the rains seemingly shared the same idea. Yet a little rain, ok torrential downpours, couldn’t stop the great people, delicious food, and soulful music that New Orleans shines for! And with the return of the famous Moochie Bushman and a prime hotel in French Quarter center, it was game on! Here’s a little taste from the hot days and the cool nights . . .

At the Fairgrounds, 2010 VIP style, where the wine and beer flowed, the Po-Boys were devoured, the girls’ dancing enticed, the cameras captured, and the Allman Brothers closed on yet another fine fine day at the world’s greatest music festival!

Return of the Bushman to Jazzfest . . .

Return of the Bushman to Jazzfest . . .

. . . celebrating the final moments with the Allmans!

. . . celebrating the final moments with the Allmans!

In the French Quarter the hand-grenades were drank, the characters were drunk, the inviting ladies lined the sidewalks, and the French architecture brought the always historic and classy ambiance to it all . . .

Hey pups!

Hey pups!

U need a biscuit?

U need a biscuit?

Come the night, at the Howlin’ Wolf, the musicians roared, the bright lights glowed, and the crowd raged . . . all until the wee hours of the morning . . . (photos for Soul’d Out Productions)

Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings

Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings

Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings

Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings

Walter *Wolfman* Washington

Walter *Wolfman* Washington

Walter *Wolfman* Washington

Walter *Wolfman* Washington

Vaughn Benjamin of Midnite

Vaughn Benjamin of Midnite

Vaughn Benjamin of Midnite

Vaughn Benjamin of Midnite

And last, but surely NEVER least, the Preservation Hall Jazz Band performed in the intimate space of the classic venue of the same name . . .

Preserving traditional New Orleans jazz!

Preserving traditional New Orleans jazz!

As always, many thanks for reading and well, if you’ve never delighted in this wonderful city, it’s never too late!

Cheers

Alive on the Beaches of Cape Verde!

April 22, 2010

Inhabiting the ten African islands (and five islets) of Cabo Verde (Cape Verde) are the West African / Portuguese mix of friendly Creole speaking people. A short flight from Senegal, the island of Santiago houses the current capital city of Praia, as well as the first capital of Cidade Velha (Old City), the first Portuguese settlement in Africa in the mid-15th century. Although by mid-18th century, piracy and privateering forced a move of the capital to the nearby city of Praia.

Old town Praia

Old town Praia

In my week of visiting good American friends Rachel and Mike, I explored Praia and Cidade Velha and over the weekend, the three of us drove to Tarrafal, a stunning beach on the opposite side of the island. The leisurely two hour drive through the mountainous center, and the return along the coast, were both magnificent, with beautiful scenery and modest towns.

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To Tarrafal...

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The beach at Tarrafal lies within the surrounding hills, bathed in the warm evening light with each passing day of perfect weather. Meanwhile, the overlooking restaurants serve their delicious fresh fish and Cabo Verdean specialities, and the small, humble villas provide a night’s rest right off the sea.

Tarrafal beach

Tarrafal beach

And while the dramatic landscapes were wonderfully picturesque, the beach activity was the highlight for me. The young boys flipped over large tires, played pick-up fútbol, and body-boarded across the incoming waves . . . all the while playfully jesting with one another and flirting with the cute girls engaged in their own sideline games. And with the exception of too frequent a naked boy too old to be running around naked, the scene was a visual delight and everyone was very welcoming in allowing me to photograph them from quite close!

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Women collecting rocks for the home

Women collecting rocks for the home

In the mornings, the women and their boys would fill buckets with small rocks from the other end of the beach and walk them back with buckets on head to form large piles, eventually used for the roofs of new homes. They made trip after trip, hour after hour . . . it was all quite impressive!

And in the days that followed, I visited the old city of Cidade Velha where a similar welcoming attitude was apparent and where the boys played fútbol right at the water’s edge. The scene, just past palm trees and rock beach and backed by colorful fishing boats, was brilliant with the setting sun illuminating the water and highlighting the players. I couldn’t help jump in the mix and snap a few shots while doing my best to keep the water below the knees (I was wearing pants ;o) and not fall over with equipment and all!

Waterfront sport at Cidade Velha

Waterfront sport at Cidade Velha

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(notice the boy?)

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Other men fished and sold the most colorful fish I’ve ever seen to the local women. Hodjita, Garopa, and Balantin were just three of these vibrant red fish. The smaller boys helped the fishermen and marveled at these wonderful creatures before them. And after snapping a photo or two of them, they humorously asked for more and more to be taken, while continuously asking to see each and every one. They spoke to me in Creole excitedly and similar to the Kenyan children, each boy would jump in front of the next to be the most prominent in the next photo. My new friend Ze, a Cidade Velha native, though ironically now an eight year Rhode Island resident, translated the childrens’ Creole to mean “we’re kids just playing kid’s games!”. Ha, very cute.

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Ze, or Leke, was a pleasure to meet and spend some of two days with. While he’s found himself back in Cabo Verde under less then favorable conditions, I was very happy to make his acquittance, be invited into his grandmother’s family home, and learn much of their small town culture that I came to appreciate very much. Here in Cidade Velha, everyone knows everyone, there’s a widely accepted open-door policy, and the children run about free and safe to enjoy their childhood as young children should. My thoughts are plentiful and if your desire for more is as well, just ask! In the meanwhile, I can only hope the weight of life can be lifted from this great and generous man . . . for his spirit is larger than life itself and the children recognize it in all its glory.

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I look forward to learning more Portuguese, and maybe a bit of Creole, and returning to visit some of the other islands I’ve heard so much good about! For those interested . . . direct, affordable flights from Boston on Cabo Verde Airlines are available . . . although don’t expect to find flight information easily on the web! Hit me up and I’ll do my best to help.

A Senegalese Lesson Well Learned

April 17, 2010

Lonely Planet can sometimes be an optimistic bunch! For I suppose it’s best for bringing tourism to a location, although I’m sorry that I can’t necessarily be as optimistic when it comes to Dakar, Senegal!

For the Senegalese capital boasts some of the best West African arts and culture . . . color, dress, and music, and much more. The Muslim dominated culture dresses very elegantly, simply, and colorfully, and the men look oh so cool in long robes, sunglasses, and “hats”. The paintings, fabrics, and other various arts are abundant and the artists sell them hard in the streets. The Orange mobile company monopolizes the market and seems to have thousands of boys working for them, as there are several boys selling the credit scratch-off cards on every street corner. It’s a tough, selling society with endless competition, thereby making one sell harder and faster than his brother. Everything is for sale on the streets, one never even has to enter inside a store. Though for the unsuspecting visitor to center city Dakar, the in-your-face selling culture can quickly smother and turn one off to the city. I, for one, fell victim and found myself strongly disliking the city and looking to exit as quickly as possible!

Fortunately, I found solace and friendship when traveling to the beautiful UNESCO World Heritage island of Gorée where I met Leia. A native to Dakar, though living abroad now for many years, Leia guided me in the ways of Dakar and the key tactic of avoiding eye contact with the sellers. She also informed me that the street I had spending much time on was the hardest of all streets and one she never steps foot on! It began to make sense why one of the men I had met days before kept saying how he was impressed by my courage in being there . . . doh! Meanwhile, Leia became a close friend and introduced me to other great people on Gorée and on the following day, the island of N’Gor.

Gorée, only a short ferry ride away, is a wonderfully pleasant change from Dakar. Devoid of the strong selling culture (that the Senegalese are known for throughout all of Africa), one can walk freely, enjoying the vibrant island architecture and fine-art painting-lined sidewalks. Edu, an elder Gorée native and painter, and friend of Leia, lives in one of the greatest spots on the island with a small balcony overlooking the endless sea. It was a very nice day spent with new friends, eating island specialties, sipping espresso, listening to music, and watching the local boys play futbol in the sand.

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N’Gor was much of the same island relaxation where we made other new friends… this day a kind Dane man who owned a surf camp on a wonderful white stone property where Leia and I were invited for a great candlelit dinner with he and his American camper. Following, the short boat ride back to the mainland was intriguing in the darkness, although the rat-attack as I sat on the rocks to put my sneakers back on wasn’t quite as pleasant, ha! A good friend sees the rats and quickly, but calmly, spurts “I have to go” and walks away down the beach without uttering a word as to the reason. Thanks Leia, I’ve got this one! ; P

View from N'Gor back to the mainland

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And well . . . I could go on for some time, but without photos it won’t impress quite the same. What else? I switched accommodations a second time, to a quaint hotel with a great historic French courtyard with palms where I kicked ass in WWIII against the cockroaches. I found a new private beach where I relaxed one afternoon with the locals and a nice French woman, as they played acoustic guitars and sang, the waves crashed in, and the youths took to athletic training in late-day. And another day, I relaxed by the pool at the 5-star Pullman hotel and resort. So I suppose all in all, time spent outside the center city was time well spent!

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And in the end, after understanding this crazy city, I chalked it up to a wonderful experience, even if I’m not necessarily in a rush to head back. Dakar was actually the first foreign city I’ve traveled to in recent years and didn’t photograph. Not necessarily as much of a safety issue as much as I simply didn’t desire the further attention it would draw . . . I didn’t have such energy or patience . . . I’d opt for the Maasai flies any day! ;)

The Maasai Healer at Lorngosua

March 28, 2010
Road from Bissil to Lorngosua

Road from Bissil to Lorngosua

Lorngosua clinic

Lorngosua clinic

South of Kajiado town in southern Kenya near the Tanzanian border are the desolate Maasai lands of Lorngosua, reached over rough terrain from the small, vibrantly colorful (Maasai) town of Bissil. As impressed upon me, the ICROSS Lorngosua clinic serves as a model for what the upcoming Ilkilorit clinic will hopefully soon become, greatly improving the lives of the people in the neighboring manyattas (villages). Similar to Johnson’s Nyonyori clinic, the Maasai walk great distances to receive the free healthcare services that the wonderful doctors, nurses, and community health volunteers provide. Attracting predominately woman patients, doctors Steve and Anthony have dedicated their time and efforts to this clinic and its people for several years now . . . although the shape of the facilities are up against difficult times at the moment.

Maasai women await their turn to see the doctor

Maasai women await their turn to see the doctor

Doctor Steve discusses his work with community health volunteer, Eric Solol

Doctor Steve discusses his work with community health volunteer, Eric Solol

Doctor Anthony contemplates the current epidemic

Doctor Anthony contemplates the current epidemic

During my visit to Lorngosua, the cholera outbreak was still a concern, although scaled back from what it was in the days prior. One woman arrived with her young daughter for the treatment, while others visited for child malnutrition, pregnancy complications, and other various illnesses.

Doctor Steve cares for Shapashina who's suffering from malnutrition

Doctor Steve cares for Shapashina who

The sick boy resists stepping on the scale

The sick boy resists stepping on the scale

In the next room, Simaloi is treated for cholera as her mother waits patiently outside

In the next room, Simaloi is treated for cholera as her mother waits patiently outside

Continuing on from the clinic, Kotomo and Eric, two of the many trained community health workers (volunteers) took Saruni, Joe, and I to a few of the nearby manyattas for a glimpse into where/how the patients live and how they are cared for at home. In the face of the current cholera, they mixed up the treatment solution to be sprayed on and around the outsides of the homes. As I was informed, the disease is heavily spread through the children ‘going to the toilet’ outside the homes at night. This was a pleasant thought to consider as only moments before I had been lying on the ground to capture a specific image . . . doh!

Kotomo and Eric mix the cholera treatment solution

Kotomo and Eric mix the cholera treatment solution

One home to the next...

One home to the next...

Spraying outside the home

Spraying outside the home

The children in the manyattas were very playful and curious of their mzungu (white man) visitor. Their innocence and love for life was again refreshing and rewarding. As Joe and I sat in the parked truck, awaiting Saruni so we could leave, one particular boy and my choice model of the last thirty minutes, Sintila, rested upon a nearby tree and watched with great interest my every movement.

Maasai girl

Maasai girl

Sintila laughs on as his brother stands confused and covered in flies

Sintila laughs on as his brother stands confused and covered in flies

Sintila

Sintila

And before leaving, Steve gave me a tour of another kind . . . through the ailing premises. With scarred floors, missing water pipes, holes in doors and water basins, and broken windows, Steve, Anthony, and the other volunteers who live on the grounds are in desperate need of funds and assistance to keep the clinic from falling into an eventual state of disrepair.

Lorngosua clinic and staff house damage

Lorngosua clinic and staff house damage

If you are interested in donating, I will be happy to ensure your contributions make it to the clinic for such improvements. Please contact me at seth@shrubin.com. Thank you!