Cantomentos Market

Noisy, very noisy. Imagine you're stepping out of a car and suddenly find yourself transported into a magical moment from Aladdin. Mom, Aunt Michelle, and I began our shopping day by first trying to figure out where in the world the market was. After leaving the taxi driver who clearly had no clue, we wandered about asking directions, finally arriving at THE market. To enter the market we had to push and pull through a throng of people until we reached the narrow, dusty one person walkway that wove through the vendor tarps. That's when we were engulfed in a whirl of...well...everything. There was a section of the market for men (ranging from clothing to shoes), and section for women and children. As we wandered aboutl, the vendors (mostly just the male ones) would call out to us...loudly...or start hissing (that's how they call someone over) and grab our arms, all trying to get us to look at their wears. We found shirts for $2 and dresses for $3, and everywhere we went we bartered for the price. I (in desperate need for shoes) stopped a little shop filled with shoes, all of us proceeded to try on shoes only to find out that the shoes we wanted were $28....haha, yeah right, there is no way a pair of flip flops should cost that much money, so we promptly left. I've never in my days seen so many clothes, or shoes. But what made me especially happy was the fact that while in the States one has to pay $10 minimum for a decent bra, you can get better brands here for $3 and there were dozens of shops dedicated to that kind of clothing. As we began to find our way out to the main road, we were bombarded with vendors. Here are some of the best ones :
"Little one, little sister, come come" - that would be me
"What is your name?" - never tell them otherwise they bug you forever...
"Come, I will take you to America with me" - um, yeah, that was a marriage proposal

So after we finally made it out and make into the sunshine, we bought water for 10p (10 cents) in little bags and caught a taxi home. I was by this time starving and was looking for yam chips but no one had them so I had to settle for a bag of plantan crisps in the taxi. All three of us returned home, tired...nay, exhausted...but quite pleased with the bundle of treasure each of us had collected.