Yesterday we had a hard time with internet. It was very slow and troublesome at the hotel today, in between the power going on and off every few hours. I went shopping. ALONE!
Toaster, I can get us a toaster, NO Prob.!
I ventured out in to the market, the biggest market I have ever seen, blocks and blocks, miles long. Anything that can be sold is being sold!! I was off. Toaster? easy!
First of all, I think 1/2 of the 7 million people were on the streets. All at once.”
“OH the Humanity!”
A toaster could be easy EXCEPT… the language was Hmmm, French? Lingala? Swahili? or maybe something else but it was not English. No one new what a toast was.
I called Mary, What’s the word for toaster? Toaster= “Grille Pain” NOPE!!
They brought me, hot plate,microwave, broiler,even a Waffle Iron, but no TOASTER in site.
I started to wonder if there was a toaster anywhere. As I turned for the hotel, hoping I could find my way home…a man touched my arm and ” I speak English.
ENGLISH??? Great! So, we started all over again, toast, Grille Pain, fry pan microwave , waffle Iron, this time Belgium Waffles. ( no I’m not making this up)
And Then… A 4 slice toaster!!!! Amazing!!! 2 hrs and a real toaster! now, as you can expect, the only toaster in the Congo cost???
$165.00 now, Mary and I like toast but not at $165.00
So I said ” NO Merci” and walked away, hoping that I could again find my way back.
4 blocks later another tap on the shoulder?.. the man followed me with a two slice toaster for $75. Sold here’s $40.00. He took it with a 3000 Congolese franc tip.
You can learn a lot at the market.