Put a blazing desert next to a humid ocean and you have the perfect catalyst for corrosion. Anything exposed to the sun and heat become destroyed quickly. Two pairs of my glasses have broken on the hinges; a kite surf pump melted; car door handles cease to function; hoods are bubbled with paint and rust; plastic turns to brittle candy...
Factor in the ecru dust and many things begin to look almost mummified. The palm trees, oleander shrubs and other peripheral vegetation look like over-sized clay figurines.
Not surprisingly, this harshness extends into everyday life. Waiting in line does not exist here. People will cut you in line and shove papers or money to whomever they demand service from. Personal space is not part of the custom. Rarely do they defer to one side when walking into or out of a store; often times I've been nearly bulldozed by shopping carts while holding Claudia. The driving is worse -I've witnessed a traffic accident (or the remnants of one) everytime I've been on the road.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Harsh Environment
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eric, you've just given yourself a new photo assignment...
i would like to see images you've taken, displaying the results of the harsh environment you've just described.
bet ya didn't think your blog was a venue for demands, but it is.
unless you can make it into a lesson plan for your students?
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