No, Kura, I Will Not Die

Our time in Loiyangalani includes a few trips to swim in Lake Turkana, about a mile west of town. Brushing aside thoughts of crocodiles, we douse our sun-scorched bodies in the cool water. On our final night, Turkana dancers meet us on the shoreline as the sun sets....

You See Us, Mama Rungu

After our stop in Lengima village, we drive the two vehicles out into the vastness of the Kaisut Desert.  Low trees and scrub bushes dot the terrain, broken only by cone-shaped volcanic hills and dry river beds.  The huts of the nomadic villages, dark in color and low...