Roads

Roads, some extremely busy, few frequently maintained in a somewhat okay condition all with Matatas (small vans working as public transportation), buses and huge trailers driving in a way that would stun the Swedish police. Here they are supposed use the British system and drive on the left side of the road but nobody really does that, here you drive where there are no holes or donkeys on the road. I have realized that the only way to not get ulcers from the fear of dying when you’re in a car here is to concentrate on the scenery instead. Goats, cows, chicken, dogs and donkeys all in what would be considered bad condition walking by the road. Some all-alone tied in there feet to the spot were they are standing so that their owners will be able to find them for dinner. Cows and goats walking outside the city and the small towns in tiny or huge herds shepherded by one man or several younger boys who that day, and possibly everyday miss out on school. Kids from 4 years and up walking all by them self by the highway to the daycare centers because their mothers are busy. 8-year-old girls carrying bundles of twigs to bring home to warm the small houses during the cold nights.

Everywhere garbage, garbage and more garbage and where there is garbage there are people trying to find something useful in it. Kids with plastic bags digging through huge piles of crap trying to find something useful to possibly sell, with dirty clothes and hope in their eyes they dig in piles higher than their heads. They always smile and wave to us. We look horrified, is this reality? What happened to sandboxes, games at the schoolyard, finger-paint and all the things we got to have as children. Why were these kids chosen to dig through the dirt?