Sunday, July 25, 2010
In Nepal, a child “safety seat” is between mom and dad on a scooter. And if a bus is full, you can just sit on the top or stand on the bumper, as the women in the picture below demonstrate during an early morning commute. Somehow, despite streets more clogged than Dick Cheney’s arteries, I never witnessed an accident. Not even a fender bender. Or as would be in the case below, a sprained ankle.
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This blog's title comes from Ariel's Song in Shakespeare's The Tempest.
Full fathom five they father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearsl that were his eyes;
Nothing of him doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
into something rich and strange.
Full fathom five they father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearsl that were his eyes;
Nothing of him doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
into something rich and strange.
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2 comments:
Like the new "cover wires" for the blog. Also enjoyed the concise observation on public transportation in Kathmandu (Not carpooling). Think I might jump on a bus this morning instead of my daily walk! PJ
What a great photo. And your writing is evocative and smart. Thanks for the wonderful blog.
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