Today was money changing and shopping day. We found the money changing district and were going along comparing rates. We went back the guy who seemed to have the best rate. His office opening right on the street was about 6 ft square with boxes and bags of money. We worry about showing our hundreds of dollars worth and people were carrying thousands in plastic bags out. I was fasinated and tried to sneak a photo. Unfortunately an onlooker saw me and a scene was created. I erased the photo before anyone saw it, and after a few minutes of trying to show the photos in the camera; an English speaking local helped us out. Stupid tourist.
We then plunged into the market–narrow haphazard 2-ft. wide lanes with ragged sheet metal roofs at my head level. One area of lockable stalls. Most fasinating was about a dozen men using meat grinders (like we have or had in the US) to grind peanuts into peanut butter. No one would let us take pictures. Then down the street where several hundred women were selling produce and the peanut butter. The quantities were typically small. Melons/squashes cut into 1-in. slices.
Louisa bought some locally dyed fabric and we picked up a couple of wooden spoons.
We’ll be here another day. We’ve been trying to get into the local museum but the director is away–maybe tomorrow.
We met Ruth, an Italian women, who is in country for three months doing Ph.D research on the politics from WW2 until the end of Sekou Toure’s reign of terror. She is mainly interviewing members of the government and others who spent time in prison. She also did several weeks of library research in Conakry. A challenging project for someone who is on her first trip out of Europe, but she seems pretty relaxed about it all.