Sunday, October 30, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
One of the hallways being kept spotlessly clean.
Myriam, me, and Leen wearing head coverings made of plastic mesh since we've entered into an Islamic holy place.
The protective walls and main entrance gate.
Climbing our way up to the entrance. Leen and Sandra.
These houses are right outside the sandstone city, quite a contrast.
The school house, they're still saving for glass to put in the windows.
The girls' dorm cluster.
The cafeteria and the solar cooker on the roof. One of the boys wanted to join, that's the "formal" picture pose that they all assume when getting their picture taken. That is, of course, until the video camera comes out...
Julian, me, and Fay trying to figure out how to mix whitewash. Julian eventually got tired of mixing with a stick and stuck his hands in. Which actually works much better.
The boys putting on a show.
In India, barber shops just pop up anywhere. They will show up randomly on sidewalks (all you need is a barber's chair and a willing barber), and in this case, in some old metal box on the side of the highway in the middle of nowhere. And notice the truck. The truckers spend their money decorating their trucks. This one just has some fun paint and a nice fringe. We've seen some with gilded cabs, fringed all over, painted REALLY bright colors, and with speakers on the sides so that everyone can share in on the music the driver is listening to.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Lighting fireworks with the neighborhood.
Fay, me, and Erman ready for Diwali!
Lake Palace decked out for Diwali.
The condo complex we celebrated Diwali at.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Ever since the day I first heard of the sacred cows of India that roam the city streets, I always wondering where on earth the cows came from. Was some religious institution populating the streets with cows? Did they possibly belong to anyone? Are they strays from some far-off farm? Turns out the cows are owned by people who are too poor to own land, so they let their cows wander free to search for food. In the city cow forage means weeds and trash. The cows in the village have a much better time of things in that they have fallow fields full of natural food. But the city cows really are a spectacle to behold. They have no fear of cars, trucks, or people. Their favorite place to lounge is on the median in the middle of a busy street. They congregate around overflowing dumpsters and in piles of trash in the early evenings. And what's crazy is most of them seem be doing pretty well for themselves and are able to provide their families with milk.