I stared out the window of the van as we drove through each small town. Lots of people walking around with somewhere to be, yet not getting there. Goats. Taxi ranks. Big trucks. Hair salons in empty freight containers. The outside window was like a TV show that did not want to try. Its said that if you want to learn something about someone you look at their shoes. We stopped in traffic in the middle of this little town and the shoes walking next to the van caught my attention. This guy was paying attention to us but not in an overt manner.