our humble abode
i think i made my bed just for this photo. yes, we have mosquito nets for the malaria-carrying mosquitoes here.. but frankly i don't see the point of them because i get bit more in the bathroom than i ever do in our bedroom. i considered carrying the electric zapper with me to the toilet room the other morning. i counted 21 bites on just the front of my right leg. didn't quite get to the left leg but maybe we'll keep a tally and let you know. ANYWAYs, there's our lovely bunkbed.
the view from the top of Markenson's roof. if you squint your eyes you might be able to see our faint little ocean view beyond the tree :) Markenson is an orphanage "graduate" who lives on our property and does the electric and maintenance work around the house. You can hear his radio blaring all day, all night (no joke, i woke up at 3 am and it was still going) of this monotone newsman giving some inspirational-sounding speech in Creole. One morning Markenson walked out at 7 am with a crazy gray-haired grandma wig. Weird kid. We love him.
This picture makes our neighborhood look pretty classy. If you insert a few people on the side, a burning pile of trash, a cow or two, a few dingy looking goats, and some skinny street dogs, you'd get a more realistic idea of our neighborhood. Sorry i didn't actually take a picture of it all. We love our middle-class neighborhood--know a lot of the kids that roam our streets, have named a cow that is regularly tied to a signpost at the end of our street (his name's Kevin), and are getting to know our way around the block. This picture was taken on an evening walk before dinner, when the weather drops from 98 to a pleasant 95.
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