Shopping

Shelves crammed with clothing. They pull out one pair of pants after the other to show to you. They take it to the cashier and you pay as you leave. The cashier in turn gives it to the pick-up desk and gives you a claim number which you have to show to the pick-up desk to get your clothes. I bought a nice pair of Dockers and two short-sleeved dress shirts (Timberland and Perry Ellis) all for ???14!

Roads

Roads are chaotic as you can imagine. When you cross the street you just step out into traffic and hope all of the oncoming auto rickshaws, motorbikes, and trucks will stop for you. They usually do.

They really drive with their horns. They use it for every purpose imaginable. It’s usually considered a courtesy to honk when you’re passing someone, or when you want to pass them. We rode in an auto rickshaw today – sort of a three-wheeled scooter with a roof – (they call it an “auto” for short) and his horn was the old-fashioned kind with a big rubber bulb on it. Keep in mind, that the normal horns on these things are pretty loud, high-pitched and generally annoying. But they get you’re attention.

So here we are buzzing down these streets, people honking at us, and when our driver wants to pass someone, he presses this big rubber bulb and “honk” goes the thing like a goose on steroids. If he doesn’t get a response, then he honks even faster and more emphatically: “Honk! Honk! Hon-Hon-Hon! Ho-ho-ho-ho!” until the pitch becomes so frenzied that the horn doesn’t make much more sound that a high squealed peep. It was all I could do to keep myself from falling out of the vehicle with laughter.

Mall

We went to a hug mall today. It was amazing how big it is. Some stores are nice and neat but others are very chaotic. It reminds me of the stores in the old part of Sarajevo, for those of you who have been there. Some stuff hanging out and the rest crammed onto shelves.