…..and trying to hail a cab.  Since Paul and Marie usually take their scooter, the picture you see of Paul bending over to negotiate a price (after we waited for a while outside their apartment for a taxi to come by) and the ensuing conversation was an every day occurrence and thought it would be cool to share at least one cab ride with you.  Unfortuantely, in the only video I have, the conversation has already taken place and the occupants of the car (Marie, Paul and myself) are trying to determine if it safe to delete photos…

Anyway, the conversation prior to the photo deletion one is basically translated thusly: 

Someone asks what's your name  (read tribal name – cow herder, farmer, etc).  Once tribe is established, each party insults each other about said tribal name.  Basically jokes are regarding what people eat, what they do (cow herder, farmer etc) and why you should be their slave and why their tribe is better – all done in a joking manner and good humor kinda – it also only happens if you speak bamana.

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