I was with my friend, Rachel, when I took these pictures from the shelter of our professor’s front porch. The occasional downpour provided a welcome reprieve from the heat and dust of coastal Tanzania. A few boys from the village had come by, fixing their plastic-bag-and-rope football while staying dry, if only for a moment, before running back out through the puddles.
Rachel has recently left for Tanzania once again to continue her research. While I miss the comradery we shared four years ago in the field, her presence there is a reminder of the solitary nature of the work we do. The process to get to India has been taxing to say the least, and it’s forcing me to really understand why it is that I’m going there in the first place.