Market place

I was to go the market with secretary and driver. She asked me what I needed and I randomly gave her a list of things. She had the HM look over and then list amts that he thought I would need. Im pretty sure that I wont need any more rice forever. It was really funny when we were in the market I would grab a handful and they would say more, 2 more handfuls. We got a big bag full of just cucumbers, carrots and peppers, which because I was feeling so rotten wanted to make me hurl, I didn’t want to waste that much food. As eventually took off to the market, I didn’t bring my camera because I was going to me focused on the food thing and didn’t want it to be stolen. On the drive over the driver to the secretary to tell me that there are many thieves at the market, I brought my bag but only for my book, everything else that was of any value was out of it, at one point she told me that I should put it in front of me.

As we were driving down the little kids would laugh, wave, smile and shout “mzungu!!” they were so happy it was cute.
The open market was so cool. It had all kinds of booths and I was a center attention because I am mzungu, which is fairly rare around here. People would say their two English phrases out on me, “Hello” and “your welcome”. We started at a veggie both, they had cucumbers, green peppers, and carrots (which are much smaller and fatter).. we got like ¾ of a bag full for like 400 Tsh, that’s less than 5 USD. It is amazing.

An another thing, we got what I think is a type of lettuce, I said that I would like some, so we got 6 bundles of it. I just hope that it is lettuce and that it tastes good. The meat booth kind of freaks me out, it is a small shack with peaces of meat hanging from hooks, we got a kilo of beef, and they wrapped it up in some newspaper, I cant remember how long it can last, so I will make it tomorrow and the next day. Im going to have to ask mom to send me some recipes for food so I can make some up and show the people around here some American food. Oh I need a good pizza one (crust and sauce recipes too)

At the spice booth it was so funny, of what I could ID, was ginger and garlic. The guy gave me a piece to try of ginger, the driver took his piece and motioned for me to bite a piece. I did and before I actually tasted it chewed it a few times, then once the flavor hit me I spit it out because it was so strong. They thought that I didn’t like it but I told them “yes, its just strong.” So we got some of each. We also got dried milk, water, sunflower cooking oil, eggs, some bread, shampoo, which I enjoyed tonight.

In the market I asked her what some people were carrying, it was sugar cane, she asked me if I wanted to get some, I said no because I wouldn’t know what to do with it. Later she bought me a cane-stock?. It is a sweet treat, you take the stock, cut off the outside and chew/suck on the inside, it was really sweet, the texture almost made me want to gag, it reminds me of chewing on really hard celery but woody. We made another stop on the way and this little kid called her friend over by saying mzungu, I caught it that time. I smiled at them I tried to give them I piece of my sugar cane but they were too embarrassed to come up to me. ‘The white devil could have eaten them in one gulp.’