Either I’m becoming jaded, or there are just so many things one can find new in a month. I have to keep reminding myself that the things I’m seeing would be completely new to people at home. I think at some point my mind just gave up and decided to accept everything at face value. The result is that I have been writing fewer things down to share with people. Here are a few:

The festival band has a large wagon loaded with sound equipment blaring music. Behind the wagon is a generator on wheels which is pulled by a couple guys in band uniforms.
An strapping Italian guy arrives at our hotel. On the way to be shown his room, I see the 6ft Italian walking unburdened while the skinny 5’5″ kid from the hotel carries a bag almost as big as himself.
Speaking of carrying things, much of the local freight transport is done by Coolies. I think I’m strong as I walk up the steep hill to my home. Then I pass a 50ish Coolie with a refridgerator box on his back, the strap slung around his forhead.
A girl of about 4 or 5 walks past holding her mother’s hand. She is wearing a traditional Salwar Kamiz, and shoes that make a ‘squeek’ every step.