Ferenghi Shopping

Today had two big events: The children came to the hotel and the boys went shopping.
 
Miles and Joanne spent the afternoon eating, playing and napping in the room while the Dads went on an adventure to the Markado (not sure of the spelling)- Africa's largest open air market. Approximately a kilometer square it is street upon street of 10 x 10 booths selling all types of cheap consumer goods: cloth to flooring, spices to hand tools, baskets to live chickens. The locals warned us of pickpockets and petty thefts, but once away from the taxi area we were not bothered, mostly examined as the Martians we appear to be. As we entered the market a voice cried out "Hello Ferenghi!", local dialect for foreigner, and also a Star Trek reference. I purchased some spices and woven goods, we sat out a thunderstorm in a vendor's booth, and directed our non-English speaking taxi driver back to our hotel. It was an interesting side trip, but not as exotic as I had expected.
 
Miles and Joanne have both bedded down for the night, and we will see how Miles sleeps. We go to the Embassy in the morning to push the final paperwork and begin the Visa process, which will take most of the morning.
 
More as it develops.
 
Peter