It is interesting to live for a time in a different country. As much as people are the same, they are also very very different.
A fifteen passenger bus/van can easily hold thirty-one people if they are willing to sardine a little.
While sitting on said sardined bus/van you become intimately acquainted with women who don't shave their pits, and occasionally, men that do. I found that last bit refreshing.
A man, wearing white pants and tight white tanktop, holding a white man-bag (think bowling bag), and bleached cornrows can still be rather masculine.
As much dirt as is here on the roads (you've seen my feet), people wear a lot of white and manage to keep it clean. Meanwhile, I am wearing dirt-brown capris most of the time and stain them regularly.
Dasha sure is one cute girlie!