Stacy brought me to the bridge in town today. There were quite a few people washing clothes down in the river. Apparently there are crocodiles, but they tend to stay clear of these spots where there are lots of people. However, people in Madagascar die every year on account of crocodiles...
After our quick stop at the market, I rode in my very first "pous-pous." It's a cart/carriage that is pulled by men. Pous-pous drivers are like taxi drivers- they get paid to pull individuals through the streets of Betroky, though they hardly make any money from it. It was definitely an experience... not the most comfortable ride I've ever had. Maria sat on my lap and seemed to enjoy it until half-way through our trip home.
I really don't enjoy being stared at constantly while in town. I've never liked attention and being here makes me stick out like a sore thumb. If John and I ever live in a setting such as this, I want to try to blend in as much as possible... After all, just the mere fact that we're Americans automatically portrays us to the locals as rich because of the stereotype. And yes, compared to them we really are rich. But I want to be spiritually rich, not materially rich.
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