Everything here is orange. When we moved to North Carolina, my mom stopped buying us white shorts, skirts and trousers as kids because they would just get ruined by the orange clay. But it is SO much more intense here - it cakes to everything. The dogs are orange. The chickens are orange. The lobby of the HSBC is orange. My feet are orange. I splashed some mud on myself cleaning my shoes and I became momentarily convinced that I had measles...
No comments:
Post a Comment