Is Anthropology useful? Or does it make me criticise and theorise too much when really I should not overcomplicate and simply enjoy.
In the dark my taxi driver uses his phone at the wheel, as I did in Mindelo the other day.
In Kossivi’s restaurant a newly retired nurse from Stafforshire and her husband taste the food I recommended as I speed towards the airport from where I may or may not be allowed to fly. Why should they not enjoy their hard-earned time?
Maybe it’s not all bad. Maybe tourism and construction and nationalism and immigration sit side-by-side in a kind of awkward but mutually satsifying chaos.
Or maybe they don’t.
But, then, am I fit to judge?
Maybe. Maybe not.