I was taking a stroll down the main road this morning and the driver who normally takes me to my volunteer gig pulled over and asked if I wanted to come on an errand with him.  I couldn’t quite understand what the errand was, but thinking “Finally!  A chance to break through the tourist barrier and see real Malian life!” I hopped in.  Turned out we were going to renew his car registration.  Also it turns out the renewing your car registration is pretty much the same exact thing here as it is the US.  Lots of waiting in lines, lots of irritated people, and lots of guys who I can’t quite understand bossing me around.  Move over math, smiles, and cinema…Car registration renewal is now my international language.