Its a race!

Today we went to Awshan. Awshan is like Walmart on speed, or so my mom says. After we zipped all over store at a speed that would make Marion Jones shudder, I eventually concluded that my mother was right. Yes, Russians were pushing, shoving and grunting in all directions. If you couldn't grab your mango's fast enough, well than you might as well forget the mango's. After the grocery store extravaganza we preceded to the Anglo American school, or "the compound" as I like to call it. It looks like a amped up state penitentiary, in that its as large as Ward Weavers home, but its got some stadium and Bill Gates mansion-style potential.