I bought a basket from a road side guy with baskets in a big cart. I am not sure what the basket is made out of, but I wanted it a darker color. Dave and I spray painted the basket but ran out of paint. The paint smell was so strong we had to shut up in a room.
This is Nagda, our doorman. In apartment buildings you always have a doorman, they don't do much but you are obligated to pay them monthly. Here he was supposed to be scraping mortar and paint off of tile.
This is the builing next to us. The family that lives there (yes it is a shell of a building with no conveniences) the man will be the doorman. He is staking out his job even before the building is completed.
These are our neighbor Egyptian kids, Khalid and Haddie. They are the sweetest kids. Love going out and just watch them play or "talk" to them with the languge barrier. Had fishar on Sunday with them, translated popcorn. Their Mom fixed it with a pan, a plate as a lid, then over a burner, on a little tank of gas.
Khalid and Haddie!
This is where we got the paint to paint our basket. The guy in the store is dressed like we would be at home with a really cold winter. He looked pretty funny.
This is why I do not drive. It is a fight to see who goes first. The taxi won here.
Where we attend church under the tent.
This South African man plays the bongos. He is quite the wild dresser. He so gets into the music.
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