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We were out Thursday night for dinner at Villagio Mall. As we were walking out DH gasped somewhat. I turned to see what he had been looking at, but only saw the view from a distance and from the rear. A young man was dressed in black motorbike ‘armour’ is how I would best describe it….on the upper portion of his body. On the lower portion of his body were pink jammer shorts.
We walked out of the mall and what stood before us was this bike. We could only guess who the driver might be…..
This is the little shop I talked about in Another Drug Tale. It has suffered a fire and is completely gutted inside. Not sure if they will re-open or not.
And this is the fate of my drive-through coffee shop, on the far left, which has also closed its doors.

wheelbarrows men use to help cart your fruit & veggies back to your car...at the fruit & veg market. Sitting idle at the end of the day

area to watch the World Cup in CC Mall, but only 2 viewers in the stands. Lots viewing from outside - wonder if they were not allowed inside....?
There are probably half a million of these men here who spend their days, outside, in the heat, the humidity, working towards a better life for themselves and their families back home – wherever that may be.
I can barely manage a mere 5 minutes out in the heat of the day. My hardships, my struggles, pale in comparison.
It is always the differences that interest me in your country. New with the old, beautiful with the ugly, great wealth with absolute poverty….. And yet, over there it seems somewhat natural – don’t know why. Maybe because we usually destroy the “old” when we substitute “new”. I love to see the pictures and your explanations of them. xx