Then the opposite occurs as the sun goes down. First there is church so the kids settle down from their play, and they sing again (they often sing to themselves during the day as well). Study time follows which can be quiet or sometimes a little rowdy. By 7:00 it is dark and we have our dinner. Then it is only the sounds of conversation at the guest house which can also range from quiet to a bit rowdy, but always interesting.
Except for the occasional motorbike or car in the distance there is no ‘traffic’ noise and I have only heard the ambulance siren once. And siren is a stretch, more like a horn that says “I’m here”—you certainly can’t drive fast enough on these roads to hurt anyone and there is not enough traffic to get in the way. No TVs or video games and few radios (think tinny transistor sounds). There are a number of old cell phones that hold some music for the kids but you don’t even hear those that often. And I have only heard Lady bark twice while I have been here (I need to have a chat with Willie when I get home to let him know that is an option).
I know I’m not describing it well, I think it is one of those things that you have to experience before it makes sense. And I’m happy that I have.
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