We stop at a market town to buy veggies for a curry and singlehandedly disrupt the culture and economy. The costumes worn by men and women are astounding but each time Gary lifts his lens we are met with turned backs and wagging fingers.
Got it. So we load up on purple carrots, flowering Swiss chard and autumn-colored potatoes. But not a single merchant can make change. Nothing costs enough to add up to any denomination of paper currency. More fingers wag. Ladies fill our bags with things we cannot name, more than we can possibly consume before it wilts and wastes, and eventually seem satisfied with the transaction. This is a town out of place with time.
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