Bagamoyo The door guard at Firefly, a Masai. Local women walk passed the door of Firefly on India Street, Bagamoyo. The Church is built from Coral, like much of Bagamoyo. Old doors. Very lovely. Lovely old doors in a ruined building. A building that’s been restored, or just looked after. Quite lovely. Poa Poa. I spent perhaps a little too much time here. A ruin in town. The old customs house. Men look out at a pair of dhows in the water. The sea by the customs house in Bagamoyo. The lonely streets of Bagamoyo. The rain coming down at Firefly. My camp, seen from afar, in the rain. The tower of the 2nd Church. The mission house. Falling down and rotting. The steeple of the old church, where Dr Livingstone’s body was kept overnight on its way back to England, I presume. Lots of graves. The graves of the missionaries. The 2nd Church. Old stained glass in the 2nd Church. Windows in the 2nd Church. The rotting stairs heading up the tower. I wasn’t allowed up, despite my pleading. Inside the 2nd Church. A close up of the coral bricks of the church. The Catholic mission at Bagamoyo. The 2nd Church on the left, the mission house on the right. India Street in Bagamoyo Street scene in Bagamoyo. A building in Bagamoyo. Camp Dargle to Dargle at Firefly in Bagamoyo.