"If anyone died, you could just throw them right in there," said by little girl shoveling grit in the alley. I was walking by the neighborhood swamp. She was with her mother and her older sister. Right next to the swamp was a field with six young bulls butting each other- a pair were really at it, and two men stopped to watch.

I walked two more alleys down to turn right onto a bigger road and a dark man was shepparding his 7 bulls via scooter. He stopped to lead them to grassy patches and across the way was a grilled chicken stand, not in business, with slabs of rock on the grill indicating they were closed. Next food stand over, there was a table with a sign beneath that said "Food made to order", but the dog sleeping on top of all it indicated that this establishement was also closed.

I passed the international school to get to the place that sells salad greens, but it was closed and then I walked back home.