Day 2: Luanda

She was carrying yams! It was pretty skillful.

A building by the house that sheiks and dignitaries apparently, when they come to visit.

The street outside of our house. There are SO MANY CARS

Our street, with the yam lady!

The street. The one picture that isn't of traffic. But, the streets don't really have rules, per se. The motorcycles just go willy nilly and kill pedestrians. There aren't cross walks. People sometimes park two rows of cars on each side, if the road is wide enough. I would not like to drive here. Walking is hard enough.

When Diogo mentioned last night that it smelled like Africa, I was too tired to walk let alone smell anything. This morning, with the addition of heat, it became apparent what he meant. It's a wet, algae-y, rubbish-y smell from, yep, water, algae and rubbish that's rotting in the gutters and in the sidewalks. We have only walked the dog today, so I'll probably update later, as well, but I just had to dump my pictures here. It's hard going around with a camera - Diogo had to keep it in his pocket with our passports, since apparently you have to show them on demand here. It's unnerving walking around with the ticket to my exit in harm's way.

Anyways, I'm off to go vegetate because even though it's midwinter, it's still super hot here.