I’m exhausted.  but sassed in my exhaustion with a WSJ article about my friend’s platoon in Afghanistan. (http://www.wsj.com/article/SB121519575561429201.html?mod=fpa_editors_picks)  His name is Hank and he made amazing films at BU. 

Anyway, I’m tired, my back is kinda hurting, I walked all the way to the Shoprite and Woolworths and back, about a mile one way, I think.  it’s hard to tell distance here.  I got a few Western luxuries (I had to get cadbury’s cocoa mix, they only had strawberry quik) and stopped into Woolworths for a peek at Dayton’s like fashion.  I loved it in South Africa but they also had a sweet local designer doing stuff.

Much to my surprise it was tiny… and crappy.  Or perhaps my perception has just shifted.  Oh wait, yea, it has.  They wanted 20 bucks for the cheapest t-shirt.  Do you think I’m made of money?  And how do I know you didn’t use small children to make those shirts?  And even if you did, you can’t gurantee laughter and smiles for them, probably cuts, missing digits and no pay.  The shopaholic in me is slowly dying and it’s been a 6 year quest to make that happen.  Please hold me accountable when I get back to the US. 

As for now, I’m gonna grab my somewhat heavy pack, pay my $1.35 for one hour of internet and walk the half mile back to the house in the 6:30 pm dusk for a meal of rice and beans/lentils.  I think I eat meat once a week here and not since I saw a chicken plucked and cooked over open coals.  I may become a vegetarian yet………..