Sundays are the best days of the week. Primarily because it’s the only day that I’m free from work. The first few weeks I would just relax at home, watch some TV, and finish stuff that had to be finished. For example, it was on a Sunday that I finally decided to take pictures of the accommodation I live in. It was on a Sunday that I had the time to sit down and sew my ripped clothes. What you didn’t think I could handle some thread and a needle, just because I’m a man? Well, it’s not art – but I definitely managed to patch up the holes in my pajamas!
I think I mentioned it earlier on, but the reason why I’m not off on Saturdays is because I hope to travel for 2 months towards the end of the year, so I’m collecting vacation days. It’s a sacrifice. This means that I haven’t been able to travel much up till now. But next semester (I still think in semesters, despite not being a student) – I hope to make a minitrip to Kenya, perhaps Egypt and Djibouti. My boss’ friend advices against going Somalia, because of the apparent lawlessness of the country. Of course this just makes it even more tempting to go there. Come on, wouldn’t you be tempted on going Mogadishu and having a chat with the world famous pirates?
Last Sunday I decided to go exploring in the neighborhood. I wanted to check out the source of noise in the morning: the neighborhood mosque and church. And, well, to continue using my fabulous camera. I’m extremely happy with it, just that i need to figure out how to use it
Mohammed, my Mosque guide with a very fierce look. Not really sure why.
The Church:
Unfortunately I wasn’t allowed into the church – it’s only open in the mornings, and Sundays are never early morning, for me. The Mosque was open for people who wanted to pray, but the minaret was closed – so, again, wasn’t allowed in.
Random pictures of the streets:
