TimbukTwoOhFive

It's market day... piles of dried and smoked fish everywhere, catfish, vegetables, dried sliced ocra, chilies, onions, piles of millet (the staple ingredient here), football shirts, jewellery, cigarettes, stalls selling pills in plastic bags, horses, donkeys, goats, sheep... ladies carrying things on their heads, babies on their backs, kids hawking everything, hustling... they all say ca va, Italienne? Epanyol? comment s'apelle tu? they want to be our friend and be our guide. Hard work. All the hotels and hostels are full but a lad on a motorbite has let us a room in his grandad's house.... and his mum cooked us tea last night...chillie spag and half-chickens.