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It could happen today

Weatherwise, it could happen today. There were clouds in the sky at 8am and the day started distinctly cooler, although has since heated up, but not to yesterday’s level.

The clouds have remained a little.

Last night the forecast gave us hope, predicting rain for Sunday and lower temps. We so need this.

The weekend has started, five days of R & R, well it will be the first R, but the second R remains in doubt, my pay still hasn’t been paid, but I am hopeful that my neighbour will pay me the three past rentals for my garage tonight, he promised last night.

Representative imgage. If they served me beer with that head, I'd have a coronary!

Representative imgage. If they served me beer with that head, I’d have a coronary!

I still haven’t got to the supermarket, too hot; so it looks like my lunch will be a repeat of yesterday’s cheeseboard and beer. I did go out for pizza and beer last night after class, so I am not starving. I won’t fade away just yet… there’s too much of me.

Something is rumbling under the planet. Another volcano has erupted, this time on the island of Java, the most populous, in Indonesia.

The east coast of USA is getting a double dose of extreme cold, and Britain is suffering more flooding. The extremes of cold in the north, and our opposite extremes in the south are making for dismal reading in the news.

At the end of March we are heading into spring in the north and autumn in the southern hemisphere. It all makes me wonder what we’ll be in for when winter arrives here.

Hora de verão (daylight savings, summer time) finish for us tomorrow night. The world can return to normal. I hate this chopping and changing. Just leave the time alone. One thing is that it will be cooler for me to walk to work an hour later, I will have more shade.

I am still avoiding any news of the Winter Olympics. Hooray for me!

Venezuelans are waking up a little. People are tired of rising inflation and basic needs product shortages. Chavez little social experiment is finally coming unstuck, and Maduro can’t fix it; blaming all the countries problems on the opposition instead of looking in the mirror. There’s going to be a very bloody revolution there shortly.

The spectre of the BP oil spill continues. Now we are talking Atlantic and yellow tuna, whose breeding grounds are the Gulf of Mexico, are having heart problems caused by the chemicals used to control the oil spill. Man just can’t leave well enough alone, we are hell bent on destroying the planet.

Soon, I should get ready to go and pay the rent. While I’m out, I will consider dinner somewhere air conditioned with beer.

Later.

Sunday Travel Tales

The main plaza, Santa Cruz de la Sierra – image credit on the photo

Going to have a break this week. I’ll leave the continuation of the Peru story for next week.

A few weeks ago I saw a great story on Lottie Nevin, This Little Piggy Went to Market about an Indonesian market. It got me to thinking of some of the South American markets that I have been to, and used to frequent.

Most notably was Los Pozos in Santa Cruz de la Sierra in Bolivia, but also Abastos in the same city and San Juan in Lima, Peru.

Sloths live in the trees in the plaza – image via: about.com Ron Miller

Some of Lottie’s photos (she a great photographer) could have been taken in any of these markets, they are so similar. The thing they have in common would give a sanitary inspector nightmares. Let’s just say you will not find anything like it in the First World. If you haven’t already, hop across to Lottie’s blog and have a look.

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Los Pozos at the lower middle, close to Arenal Park on the left. This is just a few blocks from the central plaza – image: Google

Los Pozos today is not at all like it used to be when I lived there.

The old market was demolished and a new one built, but that didn’t mean that the level of hygiene was up graded, it just meant that the market was in a new building.

The building looks new, as you can see by the frontage.

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The new Los Pozos

But the surrounding streets are still an impromptu jumble of stalls and colour.

One of the things about these markets is that despite the lack of hygiene, there aren’t hoards of people getting sick. I certainly never suffered any illness by buying my food there.

This also got me to thinking that we in the First World are babied, mollycoddled… “I guess the big attraction for me, apart from the hustle and bustle, is that they show what wimps the western world have become, a point that I was blind to before travelling all over South America. I found that in the 3rd World I could live with half the baggage and double the fun.” – quote from a comment I made on Lottie’s blog.

The colour and hustle and bustle of the surrounding streets

The colour and hustle and bustle of the surrounding streets

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The meat market

These aren’t my photos, they are ones that I found on Google, I can’t remember who to credit, but if they are yours, let me know and I will. Can’t figure out why the market photo is out of alignment.

The western world is over-regulated. There are too many rules and laws, that we don’t need half of them. But we have become so used to everything being ‘squeaky clean’ we have forgotten how to live.

Next week, back to Peru

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