The quality of which are not particularly great, but... To give you an idea of what is outside our compound walls...
Really, I will make it a point in the very near future to just jump in a car [not with my DH - he doesn't have the patience for this sort of thing] and just drive around and snap photos of what the Eastern Province - or a small part of it - looks like, here in The Sandbox.
Actually, considering that we were driving down the road at whatever the speed limit is [80, 100 kilometers and hour? I don't have a clue - I'm not allowed to drive], these didn't come out too badly:
Very interesting color scheme in the midst of all gray, beige, tan. Lemon yellow and lime green. [This definitely needs a better photo!]
Much of the architecture is rather interesting in a very contemporary sort of way.
A house with mega-sky-lights [and this is where I saw the thugs in thobes - right there - at this very exact stoplight / culvert - throw rocks at a cat who was down in the gully!!!]:
A round house [which I don't think is finished, yet, as there is no glass in the windows - but maybe that is what they wanted - you know, bring the outdoors in kind of thing]:
Taken [as discreetly as possible] while sitting in the truck at a grocery store parking lot...
The Hungry Bunny - fast food? Maybe.
This little girl has no idea that in just a year or so her carefree days will be only a memory of her past - the childhood she had until she turned eight or nine-years-old - she will not be allowed out of the house dressed like she's dressed - she, too, will be covered head-to-toe in black, because she has NO choice:
These two young men just looked like trouble - I was sitting in the truck - uncovered [raw meat!] - and they gave me the eye like you wouldn't believe. Get over yourselves [I have photos of their faces, but I am not going to post them - that would be inviting trouble - which I don't need]. The thinner one made some kind of "mouth" movement as he was eye-balling me while I was sitting in the truck as he walked by. And, then, he kept turning around to look at me. [Perhaps he caught me with the camera, earlier? And was waiting to catch me, again? Not a chance, pal. Not taking that kind of risk!]
This guy, while on his phone and walking, was doing some mighty unpretty "scratching" of a relatively personal nature in a relatively personal area. He had no idea that I was watching him rearrange everything he has beneath his sirwals and was completely oblivious to his surroundings as far as to who could have been watching or who was looking at him. Just did not matter. He was busy. He was on the phone. The sirwals must have crept up while he was in his car and he was determined to fix things. I guess. Who knows.
Ut-ohh. Someone doesn't have their head covered! T-R-O-U-B-L-E. Or maybe not - I never saw her face - she could just be a Western woman who wears the requisite black bag but doesn't cover her head or face because she doesn't have to [heck, from the back, it could be me! but it wasn't and it never would be in those shoes!!!].
The dayum camera batteries died on me before we were home or I would have taken more photos of some of the houses - which as I stated earlier - are of interest architecturally. Some very modern, contemporary designs that I personally like very much.