Just a minute's drive from the office we work in, taken on a dreary, cloudy day that threatened to rain on us (and eventually did).
The road traverses a small patch wetlands. What you first see as you leave the office grounds is a squatter village - tin-roofed huts hovering precariously over the mud on uneven stilts. Children playing by the roadside, women walking down the road toward the bus stop nearer the office. A few minutes more and the ocean appears. A bit more - the expat village, old colonial-style single storey houses admist casuarina trees and winding cycling paths.
Locals fish and shrimp here in the swamps. And sell their catch too, along with watermelons, bananas and whatever else they grow on makeshift stalls lining the road.
A gnarly old tree that could be part of the set of Sleepy Hollow.
The stream empties into the rolling ocean beyond.
The road traverses a small patch wetlands. What you first see as you leave the office grounds is a squatter village - tin-roofed huts hovering precariously over the mud on uneven stilts. Children playing by the roadside, women walking down the road toward the bus stop nearer the office. A few minutes more and the ocean appears. A bit more - the expat village, old colonial-style single storey houses admist casuarina trees and winding cycling paths.
Locals fish and shrimp here in the swamps. And sell their catch too, along with watermelons, bananas and whatever else they grow on makeshift stalls lining the road.
A gnarly old tree that could be part of the set of Sleepy Hollow.
The stream empties into the rolling ocean beyond.
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