The kings of the jungle. I always have said I have the same colour eyes as lions and my hair is like their mane - titian. OK so I live in myown little fantasy
One thing about travelling in developing countries, is that because their populations are growing you can always be guaranteed there will be babies on the plane. Lots of babies, screaming babies, high pitched, ear-piercing screaming babies. I know that in mother Nature’s twisted sense of humour, crying is the only form of communication a baby initially knows, but high pitched ear piercing screaming has to be learned. Why any parent would tolerate such a painful sound is beyond me.
I love how they blend. How many zebras are in this picture??
I saw a woman today in full hijab (only the slits of her eyes showing through black draping clothing) buying an ice cream, and I wondered how she would eat that. Does she have to do it in private where she can lift up the veil or does she just eat it surreptitiously tilter her head forward and making enough space between her veil and her face. Or does she suck the food through the material slowly as it melts. Now that would be real filtered food. But really, how is it done? If you are wrapped up because you are not allowed to be seen in public, how do you eat in public?
Maasai women and their – yup – babies. They are little cuties.