A hand bike.
This motorcycle only had three people- four and five are also common. Helmets? Forget about it. I haven't seen a child seat in a car since I arrived, and seat belt use is for foreigners.
Never mind the bike, check out that pot hole! These utility trikes have steel rods reinforcing the front wheels. I have probably seen up to a half ton of water, rice-- you name it being biked around.
A streetside bike shop. After work, the tires (all of them already well used) are tossed up in the tree for safe keeping.
A bike with a bunch of empty water jugs attached. I found out how the back alley shacks deal with water- there are public little water towers that people can pump out of. They then carry their water home.
Monday, May 08, 2006
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