More pictures of Ranya (Rania, Raniya, Ranye – take your pick). Words to come, when I’m not drugged up because of a head cold and cough. I’m liking the change in weather – it’s finally transitioning to fall here – but my body’s decided to stage a coup and get sick. Curses! So for now, the pictures can do the talking for me. Because I literally cannot talk at the moment.
The beautiful skies of Ranya
Flame-grilled whole chicken, only when the sun goes down.
Juice bar, one of my faves. The mosque, with its cacophony, not so much.
They have THE BEST grape juice in the world.
Old men are cute everywhere. I’m not sure what they’re doing here though.
Looks like an illicit place to canoodle, for youths. But then again, this is Kurdistan so who knows what goes on inside Karmand Cafe.
Loose-leaf tea and assorted goods.
My favorite fruits & veg stand, and a military gear store. Lots of those two shops here.
Can you spot the number of people staring at me being a tourist?
I think he was selling some kind of nuts.
Gas station, Kurdish style. They also have normal gas stations.
Kids playing in front of the “Socialite Bureau” wanted me to take a picture of them. So I obliged.
This used to be the Ba’ath Party’s HQ back in the day, before becoming a refugee camp for those fleeing Kirkuk (or was it Dohuk?). Now, it’s the PUK’s “Socialite Bureau”, by which I think they mean Bureau of Social Welfare. Maybe, maybe not.
Hanging to dry.
Electrical wiring (or whatever the technical term is), Kurdish style.
Following a soldier home. On my way home, I mean.