Oh. Happy. Day.
When shopping in the few grocery stores in Goma that cater to Westerners, you have to adopt a sort of Soviet mentality. Just because something is there this week doesn't mean that it will be there ever again, so you'd better stock up just in case. So, Saturday while searching through Trameco in vain for a jar of peanut butter when I came across several jars of SALSA, of course I bought two. They cost $4 apiece, but who cares? The fact that salsa should not be 1) manufactured by Pringles, 2) in Belgium? So what? It's been 58 days since I left Austin, there's no chili powder within 3,000 miles of Goma, and I don't care.