Where the men do the shopping

Because for half the year the roads are abominable and the other half they're just bad, Becky and Lisa prefer not to drive. As a result, and coupled with their greater childcare obligations, they don't get out much. So it is, in fact, the men who do the bi-weekly shopping trips, and the cook/househelp (incidentally, also a man for both households) who goes to market in the neighbouring village once a week.

I suppose this isn't so very remarkable in this egalitarian day and age of stay-at-home dads and shared responsibilities, but I can't help but find it interesting when the husbands are the ones to know the prices and availability of foodstuffs because the wives only get to the grocery store/produce market once or twice a year while their husbands go twice a month.

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