The ritual of walking into town and perusing through the two markets became somewhat of a game.  Each day ended the same, we would be picked up from the work site and driven back to camp.  A group of us would descend into town, with dirt under our nails, dust in our pony tails and mud on our shoes.  We stopped next door to the barber shop to pick up fresh, fried doughnuts from the same lovely women with her two girls always wanting to help collect the change.  Then, it was off to see if there was anything new that was delivered to the market.  We’d take our collection…