Our final full day started with us retracing some of our steps to see a couple of various shops in Chinatown. The main point of interest was at a shop of a man who makes beaded shoes. He has been involved with this craft since the age of four, when he would sort beads for his parents. He first strings together an intricate pattern of beads, a process that takes up to three weeks. He then attaches the mesh of tiny beads onto the strap of a pair of sandals. Rachel actually purchased a pair, which is very surprising if you know her and how much she enjoys (or does not enjoy 
) shopping.
We then continued on to Little India for a spot of lunch. On our way we passed a sari shop that had a few dresses for little girls at Rachel’s insistence we went inside and found a beautiful little burgundy and gold dress and top for Charlotte. At this point, Brian was wondering who this woman was and where his wife who did not like shopping had gone to. The next shop had some postcards that Rachel picked up (which is a bit more normal for her).
Dinner was in the Portuguese sector of the city a few kilometers outside of city center. On arriving Brian realized that he did not have enough cash to cover dinner. That was quickly worked out when our cook pointed out that she was also the cook at our guest house and we could pay her the next morning at breakfast. We feasted on crab smothered in chilies and fiery devil curry.
On our taxi ride back to our guest house, the taxi driver told us that tonight was the weekly performance of a man who shoves his hand into a coconut. He then pours a miracle healing oil on his hand to heal it. We happened to get back in time to see this performance. Rachel did not buy any miracle healing oil. 
