The hardest part of enjoying time on the beach is entertaining the many sellers that walk up and down trying to sell their stuff to the tourists. Well, actually, the hardest part is saying, “No,” to most every one of them. They like to look at me like they don’t understand English, as if waiting in front of me will make me say, “Yes.” I don’t, but I just love feeling awkward…that was sarcasm.
I am impressed by their ability to balance their wares on their heads, though. Seriously. That’s amazing.
…just trying to make a living and feed families and take care of themselves.
Btw, the thing he’s wearing on his face is a hygienic mask. Everyone seems to wear them here for two main purposes: they wear them when they have colds and don’t want to infect everyone around them, and they wear them if they spend a great deal of time around car exhaust. I don’t know for which reason he’s wearing his, but he doesn’t seem concerned that it’s not over his nose and mouth. Maybe it’s just a sartorial choice.
Tangkuban Perahu is an active volcano that is about a two hours’ drive from where I live. It is about 30km north of Bandung, and it is a hub for local merchants. The shot above is of all of the shops, both retail and food, that line the northernmost part of the trail. There are at least five times as many shops on the total site, but this shot offered the best vantage point of the shops and trail.
He works on the corner of Kemang Selatan V. It’s a lovely little street, with little traffic. He has few teeth, but an incredible smile. I see him on my way home in the afternoon. I call out, “Selamat sore,” and he smiles this grin that makes his eyes all squinty and returns the greeting with one a little louder and more excited than mine.
We barely know each other, but I feel like we’re friends.