I've already written about how nice it is to have the housekeeper do the daily marketing: I just leave a list, and poof! stuff appears in the fridge. Still, there are some things I like to pick out myself. This must be the case for lots of ferenge here too, because the supermarkets that cater to us are packed on Saturday mornings. There are a few such markets around town: Shoa, Novis, Fantu. But the real weekend ferenge mecca is Bambi's. At 11:30 this morning you had to wait for a parking place. The lot was stuffed to the gills with Land Cruisers, Rav 4's, and imported duty-free Mercedes, most with yellow diplomatic, or orange NGO plates.
The isles of Bambi's were a cacophony of European languages: German, Italian (a lot), English, French, Swedish, and many I couldn't place. I've rarely gone to Bambi's without seeing someone I know. And it's packed with every kind of imported food needed to make expats feel at home: high-quality imported cheese of every kind, Italian and French wine, American whiskey, Kellogg's corn flakes, Swiss Muesli, Tabasco sauce (three kinds), Greek olives, Alpo pet food (!), Washington-state apples, Knorr soup, California jam, tofu (no kidding), and two isles of European chocolate. The list goes on and on. Of course the prices are the highest in town, but they carry things you simply can't get anywhere else, so you happily fritter away large chunks of your weekly pay to get that small taste of home.