One morning we headed out for a walk. People here don't go for a walk - maybe mostly because of the heat and humidity - so they wonder what we are up to. Those who know a sentence in English, will use it.
This particular early morning it was actually quite nice. During the night we'd had a huge thunderstorm and so the world looked washed and people just generally seemed to be happy to be alive.
One of the first women we met was in the business of delivering fresh vegetables. When asked if she would mind being in a picture, she seemed flustered and thrilled at the same time.
The woman across the road excitedly told her to go for it and they laughed and kept chatting as we went on.
Looks like first thing in the morning the laundry gets done
and hung in creative fashion.
The main mode of transportation is a little
moped. I thought this place looked cute with it's fenced in garage, so to speak.
Indonesians are not afraid to use color on their buildings. I was struck by the ones that took pride in making their little spaces look beautiful.
This is the closest to a park bench that we passed.
On one of the main streets, we passed a mosque.
Back on a smaller street, a nursery . . .
and a little grocery store that looked quite organized. A lot of fruit gets sold at fruit stands beside the road. Eggs are also found in the most surprising places - never refrigerated. One store we went into on another day, run by a husband and wife, sold motor oil and teddy bears in the same shop.
We passed an interesting fruit tree. If you like to try new fruits, there is no shortage here.
And speaking of fruit, it's time for breakfast. Thank you for coming along.
This particular early morning it was actually quite nice. During the night we'd had a huge thunderstorm and so the world looked washed and people just generally seemed to be happy to be alive.
One of the first women we met was in the business of delivering fresh vegetables. When asked if she would mind being in a picture, she seemed flustered and thrilled at the same time.
The woman across the road excitedly told her to go for it and they laughed and kept chatting as we went on.
Looks like first thing in the morning the laundry gets done
and hung in creative fashion.
The main mode of transportation is a little moped. I thought this place looked cute with it's fenced in garage, so to speak.
Indonesians are not afraid to use color on their buildings. I was struck by the ones that took pride in making their little spaces look beautiful.
This is the closest to a park bench that we passed.
On one of the main streets, we passed a mosque.
Back on a smaller street, a nursery . . .
and a little grocery store that looked quite organized. A lot of fruit gets sold at fruit stands beside the road. Eggs are also found in the most surprising places - never refrigerated. One store we went into on another day, run by a husband and wife, sold motor oil and teddy bears in the same shop.
We passed an interesting fruit tree. If you like to try new fruits, there is no shortage here. 
And speaking of fruit, it's time for breakfast. Thank you for coming along.
3 comments:
Wow! You are one beautiful grandma! Thanks for the walk...I could feel it...and the neighbourhood looks really nice. Each culture and country has a uniqueness and beauty all it's own. Kathy
I so enjoy seeing the beautiful mom and daughter and grand all on a walk .. .it is so interesting to see the culture there. . thank you for sharing.
Thanks for taking us along on the tour...most interesting. I smiled to think that they would find it strange to see you go 'for a walk'. That's part of our culture, I guess.
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