I ate two, while we decided on a fair price and laughed over an exchange of words that neither of us could understand. The mothers and older women stayed at a comfortable distance, but they knew my stop would mean some money for the group. In the end I found the grandmother of the group, about three times the average age and asked her to be the banker, knowing I would cause serious inflation for the next guy to stop, if I didn't.
My cheat sheet of Arabic words ended at Mauriania's border. I added to my list of new Bambara words while travelling through Mali. The friendliness of Mali made learning one of Africa's many languages a little easier. Unfortunately, before the next tank of gas is used up, I could be in an area where a different language is spoken.
|Mauritania , somewhere around Ayoun|
|Bargaining for mangoes....|