In came the downpour of rain as I was about 15 minutes shy of my departure to the airport… sitting under cover and enjoying at little homemade lemon tea that my guest house family made for me, I sat in silent observance. In walked a local woman with a piece of arched bamboo w/two cut stubs on either end to secure the ropes of the baskets that hung off each side as she balanced this heavy set-up across one shoulder. The baskets are full of local food that she walks home to home to sell… a door-to-door market – what a fantastic concept! The unique thing is that she also carried a scale with her to weigh the kg’s of the produce… we’re talking a scale that’s about 1 sq. ft. in size… I’m impressed!
Traveling to the airport in my Tuk-Tuk (in Laos, they are a motorbike with a small truck flatbed w/a bench on each side and luggage rack on top)… it was a flashback moment to my Jeep days when we had to pull over to secure more plastic window tarps to protect me (actually, my stuff) from the rain. People (mostly younger kids) were trying to get across town on their mopeds with umbrellas overhead to shield the heavy water droplets… it was actually quite fun to watch… and it left me wanting to stay and participate – as I flashed back to our days growing up in Florida and having toothpick races down the gutters in the pouring rain with my sisters – I can only imagine what a blast it would be to try to venture across town while trying to protect yourself from the shower (sort of like being in any of these Southeast Asian countries during their New Year’s celebrations!)
Traveling to the airport in my Tuk-Tuk (in Laos, they are a motorbike with a small truck flatbed w/a bench on each side and luggage rack on top)… it was a flashback moment to my Jeep days when we had to pull over to secure more plastic window tarps to protect me (actually, my stuff) from the rain. People (mostly younger kids) were trying to get across town on their mopeds with umbrellas overhead to shield the heavy water droplets… it was actually quite fun to watch… and it left me wanting to stay and participate – as I flashed back to our days growing up in Florida and having toothpick races down the gutters in the pouring rain with my sisters – I can only imagine what a blast it would be to try to venture across town while trying to protect yourself from the shower (sort of like being in any of these Southeast Asian countries during their New Year’s celebrations!)
No comments:
Post a Comment