The young girls here tie together little bits of elastic and string and play Chinese jump rope. These girls live just around the corner from us.
Tied to the bike, to the top of the Chappa, loaded into the back of a flat bed truck or just herded down the street. Yesterday I passed a woman by the bread store who had a yellow plastic grocery sack in each hand. One contained two pineapples and the other a live chicken. The hen had her head sticking out of a slit in the side and was travelling along very content to see the world from that view. I don't think she realized she was going home to be dinner!
This is the market at Macinino on the side to buy live fowl for lunch. I'm not very happy to be there.
Here Sis Snelson is buying crabs for supper. Too much work!
This is how the local people get their mangoes out of the tree for lunch; with bamboo poles.
These men carry sand over to this corner every morning in gunny sacks from the beach. They aren't supposed to do that, so they are there very early and usually carry about 10 sacks each. The police patrol by every once in a while so some days they change corners and lay low. The men with the cart are buying. This is just outside our bedroom window.
When people ride in the open flat bed of the truck it is called a Caixa (box) and is the cheapest transportation next to walking. This is how they travel in a funeral procession too.
This is the market at Maquenino. Lots of produce. We really do eat what is in season here. We haven't seen any carrots for about 3 weeks.
Sis Snelson buying a belt for her dress.
This is how they sell the charcoal that they cook with. Sis. Snelson and I are helping some young men (Rapazes) get their supplies for District Camp.
Kim knows them better that I do because they work with seminary and institute. I'm the designated driver!
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