The Wu-Mart

Yes, you read that right. It's the Wu-Mart, which I think is not the same at the Wal-Mart, which I am familiar with, but I cannot be certain, I've only been here for a day.

After dinner this evening, I took a walk down to the Wu-Mart with a few of the kids here because I thought I should not go to bed at 7:30pm (even though my body thinks its 7:30 am) if I ever hope to get on a schedule. My first thought as I walked into the Wu-Mart, there was no door, only plastic curtains (this is actually the case with most buildings. Its rather unsanitary, but I've come armed with my Purell). As you go inside, there are people cooking food, beyond that a manicurist, a woman sitting behind a counter of cell phones and beyond that, cheap clothes and then groceries. It is the strangest place I have every been. And for those of you thinking, Sarah, you have just described Sam Walton's dream department store, think again. There store was layed out in a very haphazard fashion. The registers were hard to find, there was an escalator with no steps (more like a moving ramp I suppose. And a steep one at that) and each department led to an even more random department, it just didn't flow right.

I will say though, it was a fine place to see the locals in action. Getting everything they needed. And hey, if they can't get it at the Wu-Mart, they probably don't need it.