In the morning, Umar and I picked up some more cloth from the Landa bazaar. Though we have often picked up cloth from the second hand sellers outside, on this day, we head inside the shops, deeper within the market where they sell all kinds of new cloth. The shopkeeper we had called before coming was still not there so we searched the neighboring shops for some other cloth needs.I looked at more cloth that could make for an interesting river background. I had figured out the mechanics for the design that I thought would work. It takes a lot of time to find the right material and certainly, new cloth is more expensive, but very necessary for certain tasks.After hours of hunting and bargaining, I handed the bags of cloth to Umar and sent him home, then walked down the street to grab a rickshaw to my relatives. The rickshaw driver was interesting. He quoted me the right price, so I did not need to bargain. I hopped in and we were on our way. He discussed all kinds of life philosophies with me along the way. Luckily, he did not need a response from me beyond an occasional “mm hmmm”. It is very loud in a rickshaw, with the sound of the vehicle and all the traffic around it. Add to that the fact that the driver is thankfully facing the road and all of his sound is being projected away from where I was sitting in the back and it makes it very tough to understand much of a conversation.I picked up that he was grateful for all that he had despite hardships and that love for all was all that mattered. People love to compliment themselves and share how virtuous they might be. Who knows what is true and what not. I was just along for the ride. I thanked him for getting me there safely, then spent the rest of the day and night catching up with my relatives over some nice food and a break from the world of puppets.