This morning Jenny, Bronte and I took a taxi to find a tailor. After a twenty minute drive we pulled over, crossed the road, and found our tailor in a string of shops on one side of the rail road tracks. When we came to his shop another man told us he wouldn't be back till 7pm... luckily we had the tailor's phone number.  We called him and he came to meet us. While we waited we went to the shop next door and bought drinks, which we sipped while we sat on a small bench. Our tailor showed up after twenty minutes. His name is Abdul and he was very nice and listened very well to our confusing instructions. He spoke a little English which was really nice. After the tailor we went to the craft market. Bargaining here is ridiculous. If you don't laugh about it, you can get really frustrated. The shop owners say, "My sister! come, come! I have just for you something nice ... " And they will go on and on to get you to buy something. One man was trying to sell me a leather box, but I kept telling him a had no money in my bag (I had spent my money at the tailor and had only enough for a taxi back). Looking back its so funny how, at the beginning, I was so intimidated by the market. Not anymore. The drive back to the port was so nice. I'm not sure why. Maybe it was the cool breeze coming through our car. It was extremely hot today. But every day is hot here.