Our village

 On Saturday, Marshall and I decided to walk our street to the local shops.  We met a few of our neighbors.

We must first open our gate, go through it and then close it while we are gone. It's another layer of protection and I'm ok with that.  

Marshall wore shorts, a t-shirt and baseball cap.  No one else looked like him.  We will be getting him a dhoti so he can fit in a little better.   

We met a neighbor who hosted a political gathering in his garden.  It had string with coconut leaves tied to decorate it.   It also included his well.  He told us that he has hosted foreigners in his home for many years.  

 A view down the road.  We pass brick walls to protect properties.  Most are closed off with gates.  Some of the walls have signs that say "Stick No Bills" meaning they don't want any papers or advertisements attached to their walls.  We sign signs posted mostly near the village shops.

Behind Marshall is a banana farm.  Most of the bananas have been harvested so far.  It's kind of hard to see but it's just on the other side of our road.

Various members of the village show up to work on the shared fields and the government pays them based on the number of days they work.

This is the street sign.  We live on R.K.N. Road.  

We could not navigate here because things are not marked clearly.  It's like a maze winding until we get to our home.  Most roads are wide enough for one car and a motor bike.  If we encounter another car, one of us must wait or back up.  That's even true of a tuk-tuk on our road. There are a few places to pull over to let the other pass.

Eggs are sold in mesh bags.  Very fresh!  They sell garlic like this and also onions and potatoes.

Marshall and I both noticed that the eggs taste different.

The local temple.  We can hear temple music around 5:00 in the afternoon and sometimes in the mornings.  We are finding out that there are small temples for a few families even on our road.  We don't quite understand how all of this works but we are still asking questions.  

Buses run frequently through the village, not on our road.  Tutsi called it a transport bus.  They are very crowded with people standing up.  

I love the colors of the lady in front of me.  She has a purple umbrella, a teal sash and pink kurta.  I may bring an umbrella to help with the sun in the future.