On the way home today, I snapped this shot while walking with my son this afternoon. Sometimes one has to wait a little to get the right shot. There was traffic coming towards me as I was shooting this, but I waited until they all passed by and I was able to get this shot of a father and his child, holding hands, looking at flowers.
I think it was worth the wait.
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.
I take a twenty minute walk to work each day. I am going to show you my walk to work, but it’ll take a few days. It’ll also take quite a few photos. Here’s the first part. We live in an apartment complex that’s part of a much larger complex of condominiums and townhouses. We’ve got lots of security. You’ll see them soon.
We walk past our security gate and some really nice guards every morning. I used to walk with headphones in my ears all the time, but I hear, “Selamat pagi,” so often in the morning that I keep my headphones out until I’m well on my way up the hill away from home.
We’re past security and on the way to school, and so are a lot of other people. Our school is a couple of kilometers away, but another school, an Indonesian National school, is located right outside our Villas. From what I understand, this education is free, and so many students and families want their children educated that they send them to a school that is so overpopulated that they run two schools in one – one that starts at 6:30 and another that starts at 12:30. I feel hope and sadness at the same time.
I don’t know if you can see them, but the bajaj drivers are waiting for my wife and children, who drive to school, and then I start up the hill. Once I crest the hill, the rest of the walk is easy. Flower shops on the left, miscellany on the right.
I don’t want to alarm any family members back home in Canada, but this is the road that my family and I walk across every day. Twice.
If it’s any consolation, it only looks like this in the afternoon.
Oh, and if you’re going to ask, “Where’s the crosswalk?” my answer is…”Hahahahahahahaaaaa…crosswalk? Hahahahahahaaaa…”
Nothing like a walk at the lake on a sunny, cold winter morning.
Happy Boxing Day, everyone.