There are many things that stick out in mind when I think about our trip to Tanzania, what strikes me the most were the children. The majority of these kids really have nothing, but yet they are happy. From the little boys who picked flowers and ran to give them to me, or the children in the villages who would stare and wave, the ones who were brave enough to give me a high-five, and even the boys who called me mzungu then jabbed me with a stick; these kids will remain clearly in my mind.
This photo was entirely accidental. We were taking photos of the doors in Stonetown when this little guy popped out. Check out his shoes, I didn't even notice them until I was looking through the photos later on.