Gorgeous day today. Partly cloudy, not too hot. I can get used to living in this kind of climate.
It’s morning, I’m sitting outside watching the neighborhood world go by. Sellers hawk their wares pushing carts around on foot or on bicycle. I wake up to the familiar call of “Roaaatee, roateeee!” (roti=bread), accompanied by the squeak of a [ ]. Or the tock-tock-tock of the wooden ‘bell’ followed by the seller’s call: “Raaambutaaaan!” (a fruit similar to lychee) or “Pak-a-pak-a-pak” (don’t know what that is supposed to be) or “Buuuuuueeeh!” (some kind of bakery item). Vegetables, rice, fruit, bread, juice and ice-tea, ice-cream and candy. There’s even a truck filled with various household items in the back, passing through to the call of what sounds like “Scarraboot, scarraboot, scarraboot” (whatever that means.)
Women wander by dressed in jilbabs (head-covering). Kids scurry around or ride a bike. Motorcycles and cars intermittently squeeze by each other both ways on what is a very narrow street. The call of prayer fills the air from the mosque nearby.
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