The Wiggins "compound" is a beautiful piece of land that will only get prettier (and shadier) as the trees mature. It's comprised of the main house, some cabanas for the guests they house sometimes, a specialized custom-built "hammock hut" (in which brenda spent quite a bit of time reading), a schoolhouse, a well and water filtration system, and a broadband antennae which will hopefully start working soon.
 Arriving at home |
 Dad & John welcoming us as we drive up in the Safari rover |
 Mom's Schoolhouse |
 One of the cabanas for guests |
 Our Driveway |
 Mom |
 Dad's Hammock Hut |
 The "Land Rover" port |
 Julia in the coconut-knife chair |
 Downtown Bunda |
 Oddly, there were sometimes attempts at english on the signs, even though almost nobody speaks it. |
 The mothers weren't happy about photographs but Brenda sneaked this one by. |
 "Cobra Hill" just north of the house. I was determined to go up there, and ultimately got my way. |
 A cranky neighbor girl |
 This guy was incredible looking and was very impressed I knew how to greet him with respect in Swahili. |
 Brick Branding. There were only two western brands that were very prominent in the village: Nike and Coke |
 Each of them could be seen in hand-made form all over the place. |
 One evening the "golden hour" lighting was perfect for shooting candid from the blind. No chance for model releases obviously though. |
 We saw these kids almost every night we were at the bar. They came and mugged for the cameras, and ran away giggling whenever we shot them. |
 John and his Canon at the Yankee Hotel & Bar.
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