We are now in possession of transportation, and have four wheels for the two of us. Two bicycles, purchased new for a grand total of $100 for the pair. Both are heavy and metal and single gear, and Dolly's is a pink woman's model with a basket on the front. We are learning to ride in the crazy traffic, in streets full of potholes and cows and drivers heading the wrong way. We are now sometimes among the drivers going in the wrong direction - on divided streets you just go the direction you're headed until there's a convenient place to cross to the proper side of the road. We also survived several roundabouts on the ride home.

Today is cool, which is nice as it had been unseasonably warm for several weeks. We had been torn during that time between sleeping with the door open to allow cool air in and keeping the door closed to keep the noise out. Being a quiet neighborhood on the outskirts of town, one would expect little noise, and that is normally the case. The offenders are not hooligans, or animals, or car horns - it is whistles from security guards. Their purpose is unclear; they seem only to be here for show. Some houses were broken into in the recent past, and the security guards are a reminder of the forces of law and order, though they are not actually part of that force. From what I have seen of these gentlemen, they are older and not very large. A competent burglar would have their choice of overpowering or outrunning these guards. Neither would be neccessary, as the guards blow a whistle every few steps, so you know exactly where they are at all times, no lookouts needed. This occurs at all hours of the night, so you may be woken up at 3 in morning by a whistle intended to let the bad guys know to stay in the house they are stealing from for a few more minutes.