Made of Wood
The neck of an African wooden spoon.
20 years ago I found myself in the Tanzanian town Arusha being pestered by a charming and friendly but very persistent street trader. I just couldn't shake him off - perhaps he would have left me alone if I'd bought something, perhaps not. The harder he tried to part me from my shillings, the more I resisted. In the end I took refuge in a shop selling various souvenirs, where the street trader was most definitely not welcome. The shopkeeper let me browse at my leisure, with no pressure to make a purchase. I rewarded him by buying a pair of wooden spoons, randomly and rather crudely decorated using (I guess) a soldering iron or red-hot poker.
Cheap, lightweight, and reasonably robust.
And since then they've been gathering dust unseen and forgotten at the back of a cupboard.
Until now. HMM
Made of Wood
The neck of an African wooden spoon.
20 years ago I found myself in the Tanzanian town Arusha being pestered by a charming and friendly but very persistent street trader. I just couldn't shake him off - perhaps he would have left me alone if I'd bought something, perhaps not. The harder he tried to part me from my shillings, the more I resisted. In the end I took refuge in a shop selling various souvenirs, where the street trader was most definitely not welcome. The shopkeeper let me browse at my leisure, with no pressure to make a purchase. I rewarded him by buying a pair of wooden spoons, randomly and rather crudely decorated using (I guess) a soldering iron or red-hot poker.
Cheap, lightweight, and reasonably robust.
And since then they've been gathering dust unseen and forgotten at the back of a cupboard.
Until now. HMM