On the university campus, in front of the apartment building I live in.
Middle-schoolers in uniform and the not uncommon sight of a entire family on a motorbike.
The tuta, or "Earth Pagoda."
The bumpy and over-sized "bread taxis" that we have grown fond of.
The drum tower, right in the center of town.
Most locals now live in modern apartments but more traditional homes are still around.
Out of curiosity we took a bus to a village just outside of the city. A man in a small shop with an unusually large mustache waved us in, also out of curiosity, and we spent an hour or more drinking and snacking with some of the local farmers. They had many questions for us but I sometimes could not understand their thick dialect, so they resorted to writing them out on bits of paper and passing them to me.
