So it turns out that moving to a different continent doesn't mean you leave behind the every day life stuff! I did know that really, but I think part of me thought maybe I wouldn't have to do the usual chivvying to brush your teeth, put your shoes on, we're going to be late....etc Ha...in fact I've just added to the list with suncream/ mosquito spray/ changing into long clothes/ drinking enough.....depending on the time of day. Trying to cut us all some slack as we're all still getting used to the heat, noisy nights and the hubbub of life in Africa.
Just walking down the road by our house is an assault on the senses: the motorbike boys all waiting for customers from the hospital to give lifts to, the house opposite which sells water & fizzy drinks, where a boy in R's class lives, the crowd of relatives waiting in the shade for visiting hours so they can bring meals to patients and do their daily care; all this just on the doorstep.
This road just leads to the hospital and the rest of it is free from buildings so it's a relatively peaceful 100m on tree lined dirt track down to town. There the stalls start up with fruit & veg, plastic buckets, chips, chapati, dried fish leading to the railway line. The train track seems to be a path in its own right...a direct route to people's homes..busier with pedestrians than trains. Apparently there are now only freight trains running....not sure what happened to the passenger ones. They certainly make it clear when their coming through....the loud blast of noise starts well before their arrival.
I have ventured to the market but have yet to explore the other streets. Tomorrow I'm planning on finding a dressmaker for the girls...they are very conscious their skirts feel too short here. That and finding girls pants......having joked I'd forget someone 's I did....R is short changed!!
Just walking down the road by our house is an assault on the senses: the motorbike boys all waiting for customers from the hospital to give lifts to, the house opposite which sells water & fizzy drinks, where a boy in R's class lives, the crowd of relatives waiting in the shade for visiting hours so they can bring meals to patients and do their daily care; all this just on the doorstep.
This road just leads to the hospital and the rest of it is free from buildings so it's a relatively peaceful 100m on tree lined dirt track down to town. There the stalls start up with fruit & veg, plastic buckets, chips, chapati, dried fish leading to the railway line. The train track seems to be a path in its own right...a direct route to people's homes..busier with pedestrians than trains. Apparently there are now only freight trains running....not sure what happened to the passenger ones. They certainly make it clear when their coming through....the loud blast of noise starts well before their arrival.
I have ventured to the market but have yet to explore the other streets. Tomorrow I'm planning on finding a dressmaker for the girls...they are very conscious their skirts feel too short here. That and finding girls pants......having joked I'd forget someone 's I did....R is short changed!!
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