Cookin'

Clang, clang, clanga-clang-clang. A noisy percussion announces the butagas bottle man as he makes his way around the neighbourhood. In the city, homes have access to gaslines, but in the countryside the bottles keep our kitchens cooking. Some of the butagas men have pickups like this one, others use horse-drawn carts. The replacement bottle is about 6LE or roughly a dollar. One bottle lasts me almost a month...but then I'm only cooking for one.