Hot lazy day and since Boza and I walked already this morning. I will just post some pictures that I like from the village area. No they are not exciting, nor will they win awards for photography, but they make me happy and I am posting them…
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- A section of church foundation
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- I like it
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- Road into village
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- Road out of village
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- Use to be a road here
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- Carrot salad and diet lemonade
Korean Carrot Salad is how I call it and the drink is made of some flower, it is made of NutraSweet like 90% of the drinks in the villages are made of and no one even knows that the drinks are diet. They just are and you will not find these drinks in Moscow. Price is a factor in why artificial sweeteners are used. Sugar is expensive…
The salad is a mainstay for me…
They are excavating the church, slowly, but they are doing it and they have uncovered a lot of the foundation of the church. The foundation looks to be intact and that means the basement and tunnels under it are most likely intact. Other than that, the rest of the pictures are just me taking pictures around the place. There is several old roads that are no longer there, for nature has taken them back over. No one lives down the roads anymore…
I watched a man and his wife take off walking this morning. It was around 7 am and they had bags and backpacks, plus a bicycle. (The bicycle is the pack mule to carry the brunt of supplies.) He is around 85 years old and she is around 65 years old. They are a cute couple and let me tell you something, for being 85 he is one tough and energetic old man. Seems age is just in the head…
Then I met a woman who is living in the farthest livable home in the village. They are living as far from everyone as possible. They have been gathering water from a pond, the pond that catches the overflow from the water tower and they stay out of sight from everyone. Well this morning I met this lady as she came to a village well to get water at the well near us. I knew they would have to do this for the pond is almost dry near them and I even checked it last night…
Therefore, there she was, about 60 years old and being forced to come out into the big village. She saw me and tried to hide and I tried to say dobroe utro (good morning) and she cowered. I called Boza to come to me and we quickly walked out of sight. I walked then to the top of the hill and waited, for I wanted to verify that this was the woman from the farthest home, the home in the top photo of the article. It was and we did not attempt to bother her for my first attempt to say good morning was not welcomed…
That is life in the village for today and I am going to read in front of the fan today for it will be hot in the village… 🙂
Post by Kyle Keeton
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