Here we are walking down the side street that goes to Julia and Viggo's house. Julia and Viggo live in a neighborhood that is about a 45 minute walk from central Babati.
Here is a neighbors house (below), but that is also a neighbors house above. I didn't get the impression that there was zoning or rich versus poor neighborhoods. A really nice house might be next door to the simplest of huts.
Here is a roadside stand on the outskirts of town. There are lots of these. Each has a variety goods and services to offer. Each seemed a bit unique in it's offering.
Below the road enlarges as it approaches city center.
This is a new school building, one of the nicest public buildings in town.
You can see the small hospital next to the school.
Now we begin to approach the central part of town.
Public transport varied. Often folks rode in the backs of trucks or trailers. There were also minbuses that were packed with 15 or 20 people (about the size of a VW van).
A shop that was big enough to have a room in a building usually spilled out onto the sidewalk as below (and yes, I have a gut, but here it is amplified by my travel wallet under my shirt).
You might think the scene below was out in the country side. No, it is the road immediately across from the shop I am standing at above.
Here is the interior of the local produce market. There was a central building shown here. The market spilled out into the square nearby.
That's BBQ sauce and a little pile of salt on the plate next to the meat.
We drove into the square and parked near the seamstress shop that was making cushion covers for Julia and Viggo's new living room furniture.
Everyone stared at us every where we went. Especially if we got out of the car and walked. Babati is hours from the nearest touristy area. So white faces are still unusual enough to attract a lot of attention. If we stayed in one place very long we soon had a crowd of children milling around us. Often they would say "Good Morning Teacher", apparently that was the one bit of English they got at school. One little girl showed me that she could count to ten in English. Of course the kids (and adults) seemed to enjoy it when I stumbled through the few Swahili phrases that I learned.