Today is market day. Like everyone else in this town, we're on our way to check out the wares. Commercially and socially, it's a big deal for the community here.
After valeting our ride in the cart-park, it's time to trade.
[Insert own joke about 'Bull' markets and (live) stock markets]
I look forward to sampling these lucky fellas on my mutton skewers for lunch.
It's good to know where your food comes from. Although not always...
A trip to the toilet reveals this remarkably plump-breasted and fecund chicken, who haplessly has made her nest next to a huge pile of human shit.
Damn, they have camel carts here? And I came on a stinking donkey cart? The shame. I've got to get me one of these. Next time maybe. I'm out of here.