Just up the street and back we agreed. That way we don't get lost. Look for some things to take home.
The tannery is really interesting. I have always wanted to see the tannery. I think it is this way. Beyond the market.
Want to see the tannery? the man asked - I will take you there.
Markets, stalls, colour and people. Wendy windy streets. Mazes within mazes, around and around. Dizzy from trying to photograph where we have been and to where we were headed the smell of the tannery met us before any entrance.
This is the manager - he will give you a guided tour. Handed over we dodged the vats of evil smelling brew and learned first hand of the tanning process for the various leathers - sheep, cow, goat....
Nosegays of mint held close to our noses, sniffing madly but not too often we avoided what we could and tried to appreciate the process.
Tour over. Only way out - the shop. Hard sell. No way out but to buy.
Shop over. Another shop. Dyes and spices and lovely smells.
What a delight. All the colours used for the leather. Spices unique to the place. Fragrant resins. Leaves of tea. Jars of flavours and smells. The man was interesting and held us captive in a different way. Buy a bit of smell and bag of taste.....now which way is out?
The guide pointed 'that way'. Ummm aren't you taking us? No tour is finished. 300 dhm. Discussion followed. Being lost followed. Confusion followed. Who could we follow?
The school boy said follow, then left us.
The other boy said follow, then left us.
Again - 'it is just around the corner' we followed and were left.
A taxi will solve the problem. He had no idea and wended his way around the mazes and in and out of city walls and left us pointing 'it's just around the corner'.
Walking somewhere rather than nowhere we found one of the city squares with the snake charmers and orange juice stalls. One of these streets leads to our street.
Ask a woman. The woman was well educated and kind. She pointed 'it's just around the corner'.
Just around the corner was our street.
No more detours, no more boys to help. No more shopping. Just home. It was nearly dark. No time for tea with Omar. No time for tea for us. No matter. Backpacker rations awaited.
The tannery is really interesting. I have always wanted to see the tannery. I think it is this way. Beyond the market.
Want to see the tannery? the man asked - I will take you there.
Markets, stalls, colour and people. Wendy windy streets. Mazes within mazes, around and around. Dizzy from trying to photograph where we have been and to where we were headed the smell of the tannery met us before any entrance.
This is the manager - he will give you a guided tour. Handed over we dodged the vats of evil smelling brew and learned first hand of the tanning process for the various leathers - sheep, cow, goat....
Nosegays of mint held close to our noses, sniffing madly but not too often we avoided what we could and tried to appreciate the process.
Tour over. Only way out - the shop. Hard sell. No way out but to buy.
Shop over. Another shop. Dyes and spices and lovely smells.
What a delight. All the colours used for the leather. Spices unique to the place. Fragrant resins. Leaves of tea. Jars of flavours and smells. The man was interesting and held us captive in a different way. Buy a bit of smell and bag of taste.....now which way is out?
The guide pointed 'that way'. Ummm aren't you taking us? No tour is finished. 300 dhm. Discussion followed. Being lost followed. Confusion followed. Who could we follow?
The school boy said follow, then left us.
The other boy said follow, then left us.
Again - 'it is just around the corner' we followed and were left.
A taxi will solve the problem. He had no idea and wended his way around the mazes and in and out of city walls and left us pointing 'it's just around the corner'.
Walking somewhere rather than nowhere we found one of the city squares with the snake charmers and orange juice stalls. One of these streets leads to our street.
Ask a woman. The woman was well educated and kind. She pointed 'it's just around the corner'.
Just around the corner was our street.
No more detours, no more boys to help. No more shopping. Just home. It was nearly dark. No time for tea with Omar. No time for tea for us. No matter. Backpacker rations awaited.
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