9.04.08 Having a mosie about

It’s fun being somewhere so different that other people’s mundane existence can seem so novel and interesting. Walking the streets is a great way of discovering new sights – on the pavements in the middle of town you find banks of fellows sat at tiny desks furiously bashing away on old-fashioned typewriters; everywhere are large ladies in larger skirts squat on the floor selling fruit and vegetables of varying degrees of exoticness; opposite the supermarket are money-changing cholas (city-dwelling indigenous women) cutting sharp deals; sellers of pirated DVDs are so common as to be a hazard to pedestrians (as well as the film industry); yesterday, I passed a man peddling a world of cheese graters and a knife sharpener shooting sparks off his Heath Robinson bicycle-wheel device.