This afternoon I took a long walk through the characol market nearby where we live. I wanted to pick up a piece of fabric to hang on my wall, that I found to be rather bare and cold, and also I’d begun to feel somewhat isolated from the world around me, sitting in my room while there was a whole new part of the world to explore just outside.
Having brought my Nikon D40 along (big SLR camera), I had every intention to finally take some pictures of my house and my surroundings. Once outside though, I found myself unwilling to bring it out and point it at anything or anyone, as I felt I would somehow be distancing myself from those around me, becoming a “tourist” of sorts..
I did however use it to take some pictures inside and outside of our house, as well as the small “gazebo” of sorts where we eat lunch on weekdays, prepared alternately by Fatima or Sabado. The first two pictures are of our living room and kitchen, and then the outside of our house (door to the left is mine and Fridas, whereas the one on the right leads to Thornys aparment), and lastly the gazebo on the right.
Somewhere along the line of my walk (while reading an email I’d just gotten from Anton – Phones here can access the Internet without problems, and it’s cheap too), I remembered that my Nokia E66 phone has a camera in it – and with it in my hand, I could innocently snap some photos while walking or just standing and looking around.
– The Results are what you see below:
You’ll notice the piles of clothes upon the ground in one of the pictures, which were second hand clothes that I wondered if had been donated by charity organisations, only to be sold instead of given to those in need.. This was a very large scale operation, so I’m going to ask around one day.
After walking about for an hour, and found parts of the market I’d never willingly go again, where stalls were cramped so close that I could hardly pass by, while rotting pieces of meat lay bare for the flies to feast upon, and the smell was so that I tried my very best not to breathe lest my stomach lurch and my breakfast come flying out – I finally stumbled upon a small stall that carried some fabrics, meant for clothing, but also applicable to a wall if one is a Branco doesn’t know any better.
The one i bought had some very nice colors, and as I noticed when I got home, a big red heart.. When I got home I promply drove a nail into the wall and hung it up, where it now nicely complements my wooden cupboard and bed. In my (and the others) opinion, it really helps the room feel more warm and inviting to enter and to be in.
Enough for now, I’m off to bed – my second week to start tomorrow : )