I wrote this in my journal while we spent our weekend at the country side.... it doesnt seem like the picture are going to upload, so i have to describe my picture in words.
Where the heck am I? I am sitting on the balcony of our hotel overlooking the village and the lake, and that is my only question I can ask. This place takes me back in time. The bells around the necks fo the horse drawn carriages ring as some cute little boys play futbol in the mud road. I look off into the distance and see a small ch with a little cross and steple and behind it the huge lake that sustains the life of the village. The clouds are low and heavy, yet nothing falls. Off to my left I see the grand mosque, its minarets cast a shadow on the small ch. I am reminded of how the two religions have co-existed in this country for hundreds of years. Two little come down the street standing on donkey drawn flatbed carts. They stand tall with there whips in hand beating the donkeys to make the speed up. I feel like I could be watching the chariot races in ancient times. There is more live stock here than people and more horse drawn carriages than cars and bikes combined. Oops, I have been spotted on my balcony. Seven little children have lines up across the street and are staring at me. They yell “you, you” and start waving, they giggle when I wave back. They continue on there way after a few minuets of staring, there dirty dusty feet have to get back to work.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Snapshot from another world
I wrote this in my journal while we spent our weekend at the country side.... it doesnt seem like the picture are going to upload, so i have to describe my picture in words.
Where the heck am I? I am sitting on the balcony of our hotel overlooking the village and the lake, and that is my only question I can ask. This place takes me back in time. The bells around the necks fo the horse drawn carriages ring as some cute little boys play futbol in the mud road. I look off into the distance and see a small ch with a little cross and steple and behind it the huge lake that sustains the life of the village. The clouds are low and heavy, yet nothing falls. Off to my left I see the grand mosque, its minarets cast a shadow on the small ch. I am reminded of how the two religions have co-existed in this country for hundreds of years. Two little come down the street standing on donkey drawn flatbed carts. They stand tall with there whips in hand beating the donkeys to make the speed up. I feel like I could be watching the chariot races in ancient times. There is more live stock here than people and more horse drawn carriages than cars and bikes combined. Oops, I have been spotted on my balcony. Seven little children have lines up across the street and are staring at me. They yell “you, you” and start waving, they giggle when I wave back. They continue on there way after a few minuets of staring, there dirty dusty feet have to get back to work.
Where the heck am I? I am sitting on the balcony of our hotel overlooking the village and the lake, and that is my only question I can ask. This place takes me back in time. The bells around the necks fo the horse drawn carriages ring as some cute little boys play futbol in the mud road. I look off into the distance and see a small ch with a little cross and steple and behind it the huge lake that sustains the life of the village. The clouds are low and heavy, yet nothing falls. Off to my left I see the grand mosque, its minarets cast a shadow on the small ch. I am reminded of how the two religions have co-existed in this country for hundreds of years. Two little come down the street standing on donkey drawn flatbed carts. They stand tall with there whips in hand beating the donkeys to make the speed up. I feel like I could be watching the chariot races in ancient times. There is more live stock here than people and more horse drawn carriages than cars and bikes combined. Oops, I have been spotted on my balcony. Seven little children have lines up across the street and are staring at me. They yell “you, you” and start waving, they giggle when I wave back. They continue on there way after a few minuets of staring, there dirty dusty feet have to get back to work.
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