We left the hotel at 6am to leave for the Orphanage. There are some things that you notice in the day that you really don’t notice at night. One was the driving, it is on the left side which is noticeable at night, but you really don’t get the full effect until it is daylight and you can see all the little things that happen, plus more people are out in the daylight! J The rules of the roads are simple here, if you are larger you have the right of way; if you are more in front of someone, you have the right of way; drive wherever you want but get out of the way for those vehicles that are larger! In the US, you know what to expect for corners, here corners can happen at any moment because of the way they pass other vehicles and people. Their trucks are very brightly and colorfully painted, actually all of their vehicles and buildings are, this is one country that loves color! Something that I did not expect to see everywhere is goats. They are the dogs of South America, everywhere! They have dogs here as well, but not nearly as many varieties or great amounts as they do in other countries I have been to! I did expect to see a lot of rickshaws and was not disappointed, although I saw a few more motorized ones than I even thought of! They use their bicycle rickshaws for transporting everything, people, vegetables, hay, and so much more.
For breakfast we stopped at a place that had really good food. When we got out of the van a military looking guard person pointed out where we were supposed to go, he was there when we were done and opened our van door again for us; it was as if they were guarding our vehicles and then us when we were near them. Breakfast consisted of Non and fried eggs. The Non was freshly made. Before we sat down to eat we watched them make it. They first rolled the dough into small balls and then heated up the oven. They then took the dough and flattened the balls into circles and slapped them on the walls of the oven. As the Non cooked it became a bubble on the oven wall, when it was cooked all the way, which I’m not quite sure how they determined that, They would remove the Non with this poker thing.
Getting gas has been an experience. They don’t have tanks like we do in the US, their gas tanks are located in the back of their vans, just sitting there. It is really interesting having gas pumped with the back open. This one gas stop was the last place to get gas before Bangla Hope and so we had to stop. It was a really crowded gas station, so we had to sit in line and wait for a rather long time before it was our turn to get gas. While we were sitting there some natives came up to our windows trying to sell us some food. They were on the opposite side of the van from me and so I just got to observe them. Chantel was right by the window they were coming up to and they kept smiling at her and she could not stop laughing. Two of them were insistent on selling us their goods. They had nice smiles and both seemed young. Their food looked interesting and we were trying to figure out what it was. Mrs. Waid said one of the foods was some type of spoiled fruit that they really enjoyed. The young man selling them seemed to enjoy making Chantel laugh, which as I said earlier wasn’t hard since she couldn’t seem to stop. We were all laughing and enjoying it. Mrs. Waid decided we should try something from them so she called over the man holding what seemed to be an assortment of seeds. He seemed to be making some kind of mixture with all of the seeds, and Mrs. Waid wouldn’t get any unless he didn’t use their hands or he let her make it, which is what he finally agreed to. When it is all mixed together it is something called Chanicha. Mrs. Waid said it contained mustard seed oil, onion, puffed rice, fried Dahl pieces, chili, and a mix of other seeds and stuff. The mustard seed oil and chili made it very hot and spicy! But it did taste kinda good! J
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