Mação doesnot allow you to get out very easily... Every week i go to the big supermarket that is a 15 minutes walk from home and look at the prizes of bicycles. But, they say bikes come cheap only in summer.
Pedro Cura teaches Lithic technology and is the brother of my professor Sara Cura. The young koora s are these always busy, always pleasant people. Pedro had promised to take me to visit a site that i was working on for my assignment as soon as he could get hold of a jeep and also some time. And this Monday he said we could finally go.
25 November 2009
14 November 2009
Mação has gone under my skin
For some time now I have been planning to write. But I am in a kind of stupor. I have been in Mação for over two months now. The schedule has become tight. The subjects taught range from geomorphology to palaeo-ecology. Portuguese remains almost as incomprehensible as it always was… There is never enough time for anything. Even so, deep down I feel lethargy setting in…
Mação is constant. You can come back here after two years and find everything as you left it. (It's like going to Ganga Dhaaba and finding Rona Wilson there!) A fifteen minutes walk in any direction takes you out of the town. The number of abandoned houses increase as one moves out of the town-center. In the middle of the abandonment sometimes newly painted red roofs appear like surprises. Its like a game where some one sets out little playhouses here and there for no specific reason.
Mação is constant. You can come back here after two years and find everything as you left it. (It's like going to Ganga Dhaaba and finding Rona Wilson there!) A fifteen minutes walk in any direction takes you out of the town. The number of abandoned houses increase as one moves out of the town-center. In the middle of the abandonment sometimes newly painted red roofs appear like surprises. Its like a game where some one sets out little playhouses here and there for no specific reason.
04 November 2009
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