The commute, part 2
So…up the hill. The motorcycles, which my wife and I are now looking at purchasing, race down the hill to the school past me, the big white guy, and the guy over there on my right. He, and many others like him, moves around the city collecting anything from the garbage. Anything that’s worth keeping is kept, and all else is burned on the street when it makes too big a pile.
Then past Kemang Barat, a road that we used to walk until we knew there were other ways to get to school. It goes off to the right.
Past Barat is where the tailors and shops start up. It’s also where motorcycles, cars, and bicycles really get to interact.
Then, on past the New Zealand International School on the right and the stone lions on the left.
Then, Kemang Raya. See you tomorrow.