We only had one chance to visit a true local market while in Tanzania. That's one of the hazards of group travel; you don't get to set any of the agenda. On our second day, we stopped at a roadside "flea market" selling food, clothing, tools - well, you name it. The market was next to a banana market where local women were bringing their crops to consolidate and sell.
Buyers were taking a careful look at quality.
We moved on through the banana market and into the nearby marketplace. We were quite a sight. Nineteen white folks bunched together, mostly with cameras. We drew looks that seemed to be a mixture of curiosity and, "What in the hell...?"
Once we were inside, Linda took a look at the grains and beans from the friendly ladies offering them.
This lady is probably with her daughter who seemed camera-shy. She later gave me a half-smile.
This must be one of the places to buy those peanuts that we were being served. I should have bought a machete to bring back for the cabin. If I had known this was the only chance I would get to buy one, I would have.