Wednesday, November 7, 2018

Hot Local Market


                                              A Smothering Market
      In Nairobi, Kenya everyone told us it was a must to visit the local market. After a couple of days we decided to check it out, as it was only a short walk from our hotel. A six-foot high wooden fence surrounded the perimeter of the huge market which covered an entire large city block.
    Inside, hundreds of small booths stood side by side on both sides of narrow aisles extending from  one end of the complex the other. The lack of air circulation made it very hot inside and the odors were absolutely awful—really assaulting! It had been years since I had confronted such strong BO (body odor for the young unfamiliar with his old fashioned term popular before the advent of deodorants)
     Prices were high, but haggling over price was part of the game; a game I’ve never enjoyed, although I know a lot of people embrace the custom in many places/cultures.
     For a short while I just looked around at the merchandise in the booths, much of it the same from booth to booth.  My son was nervous and kept moving as he carried a lot of expensive camera equipment in his backpack. In spite of that, some slasher managed to cut his pack but didn’t get any of his gear.
     It didn’t take me long to become hot, sweaty and claustrophobic.  It seemed all the locals were smoking which added to the air quality and with everyone with a lighted cigarette in his hand all I could think about was the firetrap we were in.
     We both had seen enough of the must see market and had no desire to return. Cutting the visit short, we walked back to the hotel where we discovered a nice long clean cut in the backpack. Whatever instrument was used it was sharp!  With some repair to my sons backpack I was happy we could move on to our safari with all his equipment intact.

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