leaving the big cities and markets
here's blake's arm (note that it is larger than my arm) and a couple of women in traditional garb as we prepare to negotiate taxis out of the city. the market was pretty packed as we were leaving. i've seen enough markets for a while. i have honed my negotiating style, though. this is what i recommend (with currency converted to US$). you say "how much is this gift for john hoover (who has given you gifts before and was a great help in funding this trip and is partly responsible for why you're here along with theefforts, encouragement and funding of drew allvine) worth to me?" you decide it's worth $20. you say "i'll give you $15 for this" (you've already set a general parameter that should be much lower than what he would have started bidding at). he will say "these are antiques. they are worth $40" you say "not to me. i'll give you $20. then he'll whine about the price, and you say ok, then you'll just look somewhere else. he'll go speak to his manager, then return t say "i can give these to you for $25" you say "sorry, no" and walk away. he crumbles as soon as you turn. the second time he calls after you he sells it to you for $20. start to finish this takes 3 minutes. no stress. no haggling.
so, i type this from the back seat of my taxi. my other three fellow travelers on this leg of the journey all are listening to their ipods. they suck! they should be talking to me. i'm more interesting than "fisher spooner" (whoever that is). guess i'll just watch the sunset and reflect on the trip so far. btw, one thing that's been on my mind these lst few weeks is "being the man." in an effort to facilitate this i want to get myself a placard that i can place above my door so i can jump up and touch it each morning before i leave. this trip has underscored my still-constant vacillation between the way i am and the way i aspire to be. maybe a placard would help. it couldn't hurt. maybe i'll cross-stitch something or spell it in maccaroni.
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