This is the fourth installment of "The Things We See." I figured since we're leaving for America in SEVEN DAYS, this would be a good time to post these pictures.
These first two are some interesting children's toys.
And then we move on to some interesting food products.
Every someone asks me my name, I spell it, since it is not common over hear. And every time I spell it, they begin it with a P instead of a B. However, this time they decided I should be called Mr., too, which is fairly common. So, you may now call me Mr. Prook.
Not sure what I should write about this.
I sent this picture to a few people and the first thing they noticed was that the kids weren't wearing helmets. Unfortunately, this happens more often than not. However, look more closely at the girl in the back. Fortunately, having a snake wrapped around your kids rarely happens. (don't worry, she was just sleeping in this picture, not being constricted by a snake!)
There are often street "performers" around here that ask for money from motorists. Many are guys dressed up as girls dancing around the street, a high school kid playing a small guitar (out of tune!), or someone walking around shaking a maraca. We don't give them money. However, whenever I see this group of guys, or any like this, I try to give them money before the light turns green. They're playing the angklung.
From Wikipedia . . . The angklung is a musical instrument from
Indonesia made of a varying number of bamboo tubes attached to a bamboo
frame. The tubes are carved to have a resonant pitch when struck and are
tuned to octaves, similar to American handbells.
I really enjoy listening to these guys. In the bottom picture, Tru is handing them some money.
This last group of pictures is of one of our regular Sunday night dinner spots. We go there often with the young adults from our church. None of us know the name of the place, we just call it "The Hot Plate Place." True to it's name, it is HOT in there. They often shoot fire up to the ceiling while they are cooking. The kids love it and the whole restaurant says, "oooohhhhh," each time it happens. It's got fairly typical Chinese/Indonesian food. When you come to visit, we'll take you there!
This is the beginning of the big fire that shoots to the ceiling.
