The typical car size here is due to the crater-sized pot holes around town. I would hate to be in a sedan - ouch!
Hey - what's up with the two makeshift stop signs before the intersection and waaay over to the right of the road? I'm not sure I need to take them seriously.
Wood is an important industry in Gabon, and one of the views we have year-round is of the thousands of tree trunks (I'd call them logs, but they seem too big) being floated in and out of the bay each week in the center of town.
We all use bottled gas in our houses for cooking, so this is a common scene.
People may not be rich, but everyone has a cellphone, thanks to Celtel.
The temperature inside my car yesterday. I think the AC is broken...
Cigarette vendor on the left, very popular lottery booth on the right, and a typical wall in the background that was most likely painted just a few months ago. Sitting pensively in the back seat of the car one day Jourdain, watching buildings go by out his window, asked me why paint never stays on walls. I tried to explain to him that in life there is something called "quality", and that the amount of time the paint stays on depends on the level of quality. I do think he got the concept in the end, but it sure makes me chuckle that in his little 6-year-old universe no one has yet figured out how to keep the paint on buildings.
