Mark is a master at bargaining. The market place was entertaining. Mark was constantly followed by a herd of people trying to sell him things. I picked up everything from some awesome paintings to jewelry to ebony statues. There was a ton of things to choose from. Our biggest issue was luggage space and weight.
After the Market we headed to Margaritas house. She is an inactive member Mark has been working with for the past few weeks. At her house I pillared, they use this technique to make all sorts of food. They put the ingredients into the wooden bowl and then use BIG sticks to smash it. They served us what was basically peanut butter. It tasted really good.
Well my family abandoned my at Margarita's house and while she proceeded to braid my hair for hours and hours and hours. Oh my head hurt like crazy after that. Anyway it got so late--an hour and half after my parents they said they would pick me up. I'm not gonna lie i was getting a little freaked out. Margarita and her daughter Victoria felt so bad they fed me dinner which turned out to be a chicken foot and rice. Yes, i ate it, but then i through it right backup. I felt so bad. They were nice about it though and didn't laugh too hard.
Here are some general pictures of the city. The women there carry everything on their heads--seriously bundles that look twice as big as they are. I tried to do it and failed miserably. They also carry their children on their backs. They use a piece of material to hold the kids in place. Houses were either nice buildings in the rich areas to pure cement huts with tin roofs. The city itself was so dirty, streets littered with everything possible. The people mostly get around by walking or Shapas. We saw a shapa that had at 25 people in it--these cars are smaller than 15 seater vans. They basically have no driving laws and its the complete opposite of America.
Well my family abandoned my at Margarita's house and while she proceeded to braid my hair for hours and hours and hours. Oh my head hurt like crazy after that. Anyway it got so late--an hour and half after my parents they said they would pick me up. I'm not gonna lie i was getting a little freaked out. Margarita and her daughter Victoria felt so bad they fed me dinner which turned out to be a chicken foot and rice. Yes, i ate it, but then i through it right backup. I felt so bad. They were nice about it though and didn't laugh too hard.
Here are some general pictures of the city. The women there carry everything on their heads--seriously bundles that look twice as big as they are. I tried to do it and failed miserably. They also carry their children on their backs. They use a piece of material to hold the kids in place. Houses were either nice buildings in the rich areas to pure cement huts with tin roofs. The city itself was so dirty, streets littered with everything possible. The people mostly get around by walking or Shapas. We saw a shapa that had at 25 people in it--these cars are smaller than 15 seater vans. They basically have no driving laws and its the complete opposite of America.
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