One Crazy Mzungu: Me

I stumbled upon one of the street kid hangouts this morning. A group of five to seven, somewhat dangerous looking teenagers were huddled around a small fire and eating fire cooked bananas. The two street kids who I have befriended, albeit younger, do not have the same hardened expressions as these boys. You can tell they have seen more than their fair share of violence and death. I think I want to befriend them, although it is probably going to take weeks and weeks of bribes and short "hellos" before they let this Mzungu sit with them. Hmmmmm, I like a challenge.