There is alway a little bit of comedy to be had in a large block of ice being strapped to a tricycle or rickshaw or tethered by a narrow rope. Particularly when these huge ice blocks aren’t hand carved from the surreal mountain lakes of Disney’s Arendelle but man-handled by real people (poor people) in the tropical Philippines.
The little piece of ice-on-a-rope this morning was headed into the Estancia market, and I wouldn’t like to describe what might have wandered and excreted onto the pathway where that ice was headed. Like the travel website says “avoid ice cubes“.
Sometimes it’s really stressful living here in Estancia but my days are often relieved by these little moments.
© 2017 Melinda J. Irvine