"Stopped off at the village of Makawa for the market
under the big tree. Obviously this is the only reason I piggy backed
onto the shopping trip! This is usually a fantastic market, but what
with all our Mangochi errands, I made it there a bit too late and it
was packed to the gills with local shoppers and I couldn't elbow my
way into the cheap piles. But managed nevertheless to spend a happy
hour there finding a fab fake fur cerise jacket and a red Levi jacket
and various other little tidbits. So not entirely a waste of a day but
rather tiring. And it all ended badly, because, though I should have
known better, I ate some dodgy roadside slap chips for lunch out of
desperation - it's that or skewered mice for padkos in these parts,
well for the purposes of a good tale that is! The consequences were
predictable. I did suffer." Yes - all for a good garment!
"Had a fabulous Tuesday as I spent the morning lying in the hammock
reading an old Ken Follet page turner to recover from the
afarementioned ill-effects. Then ate a light lunch and gathered my
wits and chitenje bags about my person and headed off to the Monkey
Bay market for the afternoon - early this time. And that was time
well-spent! The cheap piles were accessible this time and I went
through them speedily and greedily and filled two loads of chitenje
bags with treasures. The best pile was the Victoria's Secret silk
slips and camis - oh what a joy! Will be keeping those that fit for
myself I fear. Have become a sleepwear snob as a result of the Monkey
Bay market and now only wear bias cut silk slips (which have cost me
less than R5 each). I am now a label and fabric snob but only if I can
find them cheaper than a loaf of bread."
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