our doctor friends warned us that we should stay inside between 12 and 4, but we pressed on. how bad can it be? at least i'm not the man standing at the end of our drive who irons your clothes in the sun. he has a reason to complain. also these guys, painting the outside of our building. note the scaffolding made of bamboo. note also the lack of safety harness. this kind of scaffolding goes up even the skyscrapers that are 30+ stories tall.
so, anyway, we ventured out into the heat. we got enthusiastic waves from the peanut and chickpea roaster as well as the fruit vendor. i suppose as the only white girls walking out on the streets, we make an impression. we stopped out of the sun into mahatma ghandi's house, bought ourselves some mangoes and watermelons and were thinking about other errands when all of a sudden, we just couldn't take it. so we came home and lay on the marble floors with the air conditioner running. i finally understand siesta cultures.
gandhi's bedroom (to prove i was there):
1 comment:
and there's nothing worse than sticky hands from jolly ranchers gone bad. I love the blog & updates... keep em coming and keep cool!
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