It’s coming,
election day for the local government post. We have rickshaws decorated in party colors, flags, and
sporting not one, but two bullhorn-shaped speakers per vehicle. In the back of each one is a man with a
microphone, going on about his platform.
There are 7 parties at bat for the position, so we’ve got 7 rickshaws in
the neighborhood, coming and going.
It’s loud, really loud.
Last night we had two park on the street in front of the house, facing
each other. There was a debate,
via bullhorn-speaker for a few minutes, then the rickshaws rolled off into the
early evening light.
There are also
marches happening at different times, usually young men with hats all the same
color, or bandanas of white, green, and red. They are handing out pamphlets, staring at me walk by, and
generally having a nice time, doing something important.
I wonder if we can
expect the on-street excitement to continue, perhaps escalate, until the election
on March 7th.
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