Chipata recently paved a road leading up to the market. The smooth new tarmac is framed by deep drainage ditches on either side.
As Trevor and I walked down the newly paved street the other day, we noticed several people taking advantage of the garbage-strewn runoff. Two guys were rinsing their bike taxis, one was washing his hair (with soap!) and two more were vigorously scrubbing potatoes clearly destined for the chips stand across the street.
"But then they fry them!" Trevor said. (Later our friend Simo said the exact same thing.)
Still, I think I'm going to take a little break from fries.