Saturday, December 8, 2012

Random Pieces of Learning

-Intersections:  There are very few stop signs here. (So few I couldn't find one to photograph... but I know they exist...) (Some) intersections have "give way" signs, equivalent to the yield sign in America.  Street intersections are often dangerous things, as many people breeze through them hoping for the best.  There are also strange rules regarding the many "robots" (traffic lights) that are out of order. Everyone yields to the person on their right.  Complicated at a four way intersection with eight + lanes of busy traffic.  Messy.  And horrible in the dark.  There are a few traffic circles here in the city, as well.

-There are two main sounds to be heard in this capital city at night. There are always the soft sounds of chirping crickets, the occasional ferocious barking of unmonitored dogs, and alarms going off at various random places throughout the night. But they all take a backseat to the incessant croaking of frogs finding their way into the swimming pools of the upper class.  They can be deafening at times.  Rooster sounds are also constant, starting around ten or eleven at night and continuing on throughout the next day.  The city is apparently one big chicken farm.

-If you are a marketing major and cannot find a job, come to our country. It desperately needs marketing.  I have a million examples.  Look no further than the blaring billboard in the middle of town that says, "Dairy Bell Milk makes you happy!  Drink Dairy Bell Milk A Lot!"  Talk about savvy advertising.
The other day I stopped into a bicycle store and asked the attendant for a bike lock.
"Nope. None here," the man replied, shrugging his shoulders.
I began to walk out, then paused. Many people here can be terrible at business.  Perhaps working on commission is not so common...  I turned around.
"Are you expecting any soon?"
"Oh, yes," he said. "Tomorrow.  Big shipment."

-The man in charge here has a wife who owns the largest dairy in the country.

-There used to be four ways to buy milk in our country.  Powdered, fresh in a jug, somewhat fresh in a bag (difficult to pour and store milk in a bag that requires a scissors puncture), or boxed. Up until four weeks ago, boxed milk was THE thing in our country.  Boxed in a sterilized form, it does not go bad on a shelf, can be stored in large quantities for food shortages, is unaffected by power cuts, and can be transported across the country.  It is also more accessible to the poor here, who may not be able to get to stores on a regular basis.  Fresh milk, though we'd always rather have it, is notorious for going bad within a few days of time, especially if you throw in a few power outages.  Our options lessened four weeks ago, though, when the powers that be decided boxed milk is not good for you and suddenly outlawed it throughout the entire country.  Now only fresh milk from a dairy can be purchased.  If you get my drift.

-Next item currently being considered by the country's reps?  Banning all produce not grown in our country.