Where Stanley Found Livingstone
7th November 2015
I pushed back the crowds, and, passing from the rear, walked down a living avenue of people until I came in front of the semicircle of Arabs, in the front of which stood the white man with the gray beard. As I advanced slowly toward him I noticed he was pale, looked wearied, had a gray beard, wore a bluish cap with a faded gold band round it, had on a red-sleeved waistcoat and a pair of gray tweed trousers. I would have run to him, only I was a coward in the presence of such a mob, – would have embraced him, only, he being an Englishman, I did not know how he would receive me; so I did what cowardice and false pride suggested was the best thing, – walked deliberately to him, took off my hat, and said, ‘Dr. Livingstone, I presume?’
In today’s Politiken I’ve both photographed and written about the village of Ujiji, lying on the shores of Lake Tanganyika. In the 1900’s, the city was one of the most important trade-centers of East Africa, being the main harbour where the slaves from Congo was shipped in and transported east to Zanzibar and beyond. Today, it is mostly known for being the city where the famous journalist Henry Morton Stanley finally found Dr. Livingstone after he was though to have disappeared, and met him with the famous words above.