anachronisms

We unexpectedly spent a few days in the capital city to arrange our son’s passport. We stepped from village life into a bustling, modern, expensive city. We often felt out of touch, out of step, underdressed, and a little “anachronistic.” Here are a few other things we noticed that were like us, a bit out of context:

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the bajaj (3 wheeled motorcycle taxi) next to the jaguar.

the food cart selling .50 noodle soup outside the door of the 5 star luxury restaurant.

the street kids playing on a pile of cardboard, while the kids of diplomats and businessman climb a brightly colored play structure next door.

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the cheap clothes markets down the road from the burberry and gucci and diane von furstenberg filled malls.

the rough tenement houses around the corner from the multi-million dollar mansions that made it into the pages of international design magazines.

the bamboo scaffolding on a glass and steel high rise.

eating fried rice for breakfast, and then eating a $10 plate of risotto and duck

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our boys squatting like they are in the village, to get a better look at the expensive toys in an upperclass toy store.

me carrying j while most of the families around us have a nanny for each kid. we ate at one restaurant where one nanny fed the kid, while the other one gave him a drink.

It was a fun trip even if we felt a bit bewildered. I know, though, that we will enjoy getting back home. 

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