On the run...
Jul. 16th, 2005 03:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpJust a quick note, as net access has been slow and people are getting ready to go home for the day.
The trip yesterday to the market was kind of old news for me. The angle of the sun favored those who were under awnings, and consequently, there were few opportunities to take good photos. One exception was a young man who was apparently obeying his mother's injunction to "Stay here while I go buy grapes," because he planted himself in the middle of the thoroughfare with three bags of items already bought, squatted down, and buried his head in a newspaper.
As I walked around, I noticed a lot of people - besides the boy - in that peculiar (for Americans) squatting position that about half the world seems to adopt as a position of rest. Life is slow, even in a space port town.
Just down the street from the open-air market is the main train station. Most of the people who work at the various facilities the Russian government leases from Kazakhstan commute via rail line to and from work from this station. Off to the right of the terminus, an old (ca. 1950s, if my eyesight didn't fail me as we drove past), restored steam locomotive sits in all its mechanical glory, in front of a coal car from "Cosmotrans," which apparently runs the trains around here.
Gotta go catch the van!
Cheers...
The trip yesterday to the market was kind of old news for me. The angle of the sun favored those who were under awnings, and consequently, there were few opportunities to take good photos. One exception was a young man who was apparently obeying his mother's injunction to "Stay here while I go buy grapes," because he planted himself in the middle of the thoroughfare with three bags of items already bought, squatted down, and buried his head in a newspaper.
As I walked around, I noticed a lot of people - besides the boy - in that peculiar (for Americans) squatting position that about half the world seems to adopt as a position of rest. Life is slow, even in a space port town.
Just down the street from the open-air market is the main train station. Most of the people who work at the various facilities the Russian government leases from Kazakhstan commute via rail line to and from work from this station. Off to the right of the terminus, an old (ca. 1950s, if my eyesight didn't fail me as we drove past), restored steam locomotive sits in all its mechanical glory, in front of a coal car from "Cosmotrans," which apparently runs the trains around here.
Gotta go catch the van!
Cheers...
