African markets are fabulous places, and don’t let anyone tell you different. You can find things there you won’t find in any shopping mall in America, no matter how much money you have. Such as mud cloth and thunder stones and dried shrimp by the kilo and little monkey skulls and porcupine quills. Come shopping with me and my friends.
Feeling incompetent is a humbling experience most expats are familiar with. At home you might feel incompetent when you don’t know how to program your space-age electronic equipment, but living abroad all it takes to feel like a baby is not knowing the language and trying to buy bread or a screwdriver or curtain rods. In Ramallah, Palestine, I had no trouble at all feeling incompetent.