Wanzukiville, Tanzania. 1991.
I love this photo. It captures perfectly the madness that descends upon you when you’ve been travelling in Africa for a while.
I have no idea what the name of the village was. It was a collection of mud huts somewhere on the road between Tanzania and Rwanda where the truck I was riding on broke down. These guys sent a note asking me to join that in a drink of the local honey mead called Wanzuki.
I promptly christened the village Wanzukiville and have called it that ever since.
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