Gratitude Monday --Experiment Edition

Pea Soup from pea flour with Farmer's Sausage.

I made a batch of pea soup from pea flour yesterday. I've done it before. It works. That's not the experimental part.
I used Farmer's Sausage in it in place of ham.
The day before I'd made a pot of beans from scratch and used some of the aforementioned sauage in it rather than bacon.
It's risky replacing bacon. Certain things are expected of a product which would normally contain it.
I'd rather not do it, but it worked.
The sausage has a good, smoky flavour that went well in the beans.
Replacing ham is not quite as risky, but still one should proceed carefully.
It smelled really good all through the afternoon. A pot of soup on the stove on a cold day is comforting. I swear it even helps me write.
It worked.
It was good
And for that I am grateful.

Photo - Finish Friday --Cute Critter

We were tickled to see this coatimundi at Tikal. We followed him for a bit, at a respectable distance, while he looked for food.

Illuminating

Today's one of two days of the year when sunlight penetrates the inner sanctum at Abu Simbel, Egypt.

It illuminates the statues of Re- Horakhte and Amon-Re as well as Ramses II.

It's been going on for thousands of years. Seems to me when Abu Simbel was relocated up the hill a bit so it wouldn't be flooded by Lake Nasser planners were careful to make sure this illumination wasn't harmed. It got set back day, that's all.
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In housekeeping news I've turned off that infernal word verification nonsense. Or I think I have. If it is still there, please let me know so I can do something about it.
--Thank you, the Management

Gratitude Monday -- All Aboard

Guatemala City chickenbus

Guatemala has some interesting public transportation methods.
One is the converted North American school bus known as the "chickenbus." I've read two explanations for the name from the way people are packed in to the locals taking their livestock on them. 
Guatemalan highways have plenty of speedbumps. Chickenbus drivers laugh at them.
They're cheap to take and will get you there though it is reputed to be quite terrifying.
Our guide gave anyone who wanted the chance to take an 8 km (5 mi) ride on one these and I jumped at the chance. It was less than a $1.50 US and I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.
It was a fairly tame ride, but a worthwhile experience all the same. The seats had more padding that I expected and our short stretch wasn't anywhere near as crowded as I had seen on some buses we'd passed during our tour.
The only problem was the smell which led me to believe there's another reason for calling it "chickenbus."
Luggage is lashed to the top of the bus. Fares are taken by "the brush." That's the fellow hanging out the side door in the photo. He calls out the destinations, too, and is in charge of the luggage. We saw one fellow climbing down from the top while the chickenbus was rushing down the highway.
These buses are colour-coded for destinations. The illiteracy rate in Guatemala is high, upwards of 40 per cent, and this lets a potential passenger get the right one.
I am grateful for the opportunity to ride one of these.
I am grateful it was a short ride.
I am grateful I am not a brush on a chickenbus.
I am grateful I will likely never ride one of these again.
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Below are more chickenbuses. Our guide said the country brings these in new from Korea.  While they are painted as shown below,  there is still some colour coding to help passengers.

Photo-Finish Friday --On The Rocks

Rockhopper penguins in the Falklands.

I hope you enjoy it.

Objectivity Pays

This post by Thomma Lyn Grindstaff got me thinking about a few things.

By nature I am objective. Emotions rarely get the better of me in a conversation. I simply do not take things personally.

This objectivity has been underscored by my years reporting. I can hear almost anything.

Consequently, I can engage in a conversation about just about anything with just about anyone and have it not result in a shouting match or name calling.

Some of these conversations have been frustrating and annoying, but I've kept an open mind and an objective stance,  and I've reminded myself they don't mean anything after they're over.
Emotionally-charged people do not understand me. They take it personally when I don't get upset with them.  Those people don't spend long in my life.

I find it downright odd how so many people waste their energy trying to change someone else's opinion because it doesn't match their own.  

Your opinions are yours and are just that: opinions. It has nothing to do with your life or worth as a human being if someone disagrees with you.

It's not a comment on your outlook, attitude, intellect, philosophy, or the validity of your belief structure. It is neither right nor wrong. It's what another autonomous human being thinks about a subject based on his or her education, social environment, upbringing, and life experiences.

I don't like group conversations because most people I've known see them as competitions, not exchanges of ideas. I like a good conversation. I have no time for opinion contests. 

People who don't really listen and who have to be right about everything lose out. Their closed minds won't allow anything else in and that means they are the intellectual equivalent of an algae-choked pond. Stagnant, festering, and unable to sustain life.

Boiling sulphur pond in Yellowstone. I didn't have any algae-covered lake photos so this will have to do.

 Listening to someone else's opinion can refresh your own mind with a new outlook, or the latest conspiracy theory, or a reworked urban myth,  or  a reinforcement of your own ideas.

As a writer it is important to find out about people, places, things, and a good way to do that is to hear what people are saying. 

I don't have to agree with it, but I do want to hear it.

Gratitude Monday --Catatonic

Good together

I despise taking malaria medication. I've taken it for two trips. All I'll say about the first time was the second time was better. When the third opportunity to take it came along for our trip to Guatemala I had to do something.

I'd joked for years that I'd drink gin and tonic every day instead. Tonic Water (R. TM Whathaveyou)contains quinine. This bitter substance is, or at least was, used in anti-malarials. I've tried Tonic Water on its own and I simply cannot recommend it.

I drink Coke (R. TM. Whathaveyou.) when I travel to ward off the assorted digestive upsets and it works very well.

In a fit of logic I decided to put them together and christened the concoction "Catatonic."

The tastes work well together. I had Coke

(R.TM. Whathave you) every day and Catatonics many times. I even had Tonic Water (R.TM. Whathave you) by itself a few times.  It was okay, but Catatonics are so much better.

Husband is a recent convert to Coca-Cola (R. TM. Whathaveyou) and was an enthusiastic partaker of the new drink.

It kept all manner of things at bay for us and for that I am grateful.

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Neither soft drink company has compensated me in any way for the above. If they want to, then I will be gracious enough and shameless enough to accept.