Just finished a home cooked dinner from the owners of the cottage. One of them, a very nice 63 year old man named Andy served us and stood and talked to us while we ate. He urged us to eat with our hands. At first I was a bit leary because of the left hand rule I’d been warmed about so much, but quickly forgot about it after tasting the delicious chicken.

Before dinner, we called up our driver Justin and had him pick us up and bring us into the town center. He drove us all around and stopped several times to let us out and show us around. We first stopped at a supermarket so T could get some Coca Cola light for the next few days. We got a Fanta for Justin and I got an ice cream deal.

Justin then brought us to the city center where there was a very large, very third world country market. While looking for parking, several teenage kids approached Justin’s Land Cruiser and offered to take us through the market. We ended up finding parking and one of the young fellas whose name was Derek took us through this market. Derek had teeth like he had just went to town on some kind of caramel-heavy candy, so I made sure stay keep an eye on my candy stash.

In the market we were approached by anyone and everyone so we moved briskly. You could buy all sorts of things here – rakes, spoons, spices, dead chickens, live chickens, sets of chickens, and an awful lot of dead “small fish” which i believed to be anchovies. By George, the smell in the “small fish” had me dry heaving at least once or twice. Maybe it’s because I told myself to man up and that filling my lungs with the surrounding air would not be an issue.

In any event, we ended up not buying anything and quickly decided the market fun was over. Derek and some other hustling jabrones followed us back to Justin’s truck trying to sell us stuff. We said “asante asante” (thank you, thank you) and “pole pole”. Justin then escorted us back to the cottage and we took a nap and watched “Batman Begins” on the iPad until dinner.