Visual Memoir Captured in Words

So I have been sending the students home on the school bus every day until December. I get the scenic view of the town. It is spectacular, wild and beautiful. These are mental pictures I have taken from the bus ride and other adventures:

I saw a 4-foot shark tied to the back of a moto. 

I saw a dog talking to some goats as a naked baby watched in the distance.

I saw an old white man sitting on his front porch looking bewildered with his frizzy white beard hanging down to his pot belly.

I saw 2 guys sitting in a hammock they pitched under an 18-wheeler.

I saw a baby taking a bath in an old paint bucket.

I rode on the top of the hill behind my school which looks down to the town and a breath-taking view of the cove that Sihanoukville sits in. It looks like the Mediterranean. The colourful houses, the deep blue sea and the cloudless, endless sky.