waiting for Godobi

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What a morning.

So early…


…so green…

shortly after eight in the morning

…and so short.

“Why don’t you stay for another day and rest up?” the old Grandma/temple-keeper had said earlier while I had been packing my bags.

Maybe that would have been a good idea, maybe I should have stayed a bit longer, maybe I just wasn’t prepared for this:

about one thirty in the afternoon


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This was only a one-and-a-half hour patch of desert, but it had it all:



…burial mounds:


…spiky flowers:


…weird shades:


…weird lights:


…and then, somewhere in the middle, there was just a whole lot of straw:



Well you’re with the inspector, so don’t worry, we’re here to find out:


“Hey!” the inspector yelled as he approached the truck: “what are you people doing with all this straw in the desert?”

“We’re only gathering it here from the villages around, later we’ll distribute it to other places!”

The inspector thought for a while, then he figured that this made total sense: of course the rent had to be much cheaper out here!

I arrived at the ox head representing the little township of Liuba before sunset:


I was welcomed with a big and warm hello.

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