Thierna Mamadou Salif Ba, Imam of the Grand Mosque in Kolda. (I had to ask a man to take this photo).
Ndeye Diop and me, inside the health kiosk in Diaobe. She is the president of the local organization of prostitutes.
The whole town turned out for this meeting, to which I am afraid I contributed very little of use.
...I imagine he'd be muttering, "Fine, fine. Take the picture. That's right, Toubab. It's not enough I have to wear these ribbons around my head, you have to capture it for posterity. Sure. Enjoy."
The streets of Kolda are crammed with little shops, selling everything from recycled western clothing to handmade soaps.
I took a photo of the sign hanging above their heads, but these men insisted I take a picture of them as well. When I did, they nodded, satisfied, and waved me on.
This dirt bridge spans the Casamance River, which is nearly dry now. After the rainy season (July-September), it overflows its banks and makes this crossing difficult.
This photo was taken from the car, but gives you a sense of the traditional huts in southern Senegal. I would have preferred to get a picture at a standstill, but given that Dieme, our driver, was very much opposed to stopping (as evidenced by the 9-hour stretch between eating breakfast and anyone mentioning the possibility of lunch), I decided I should just go ahead and take the picture anyway.
