Highlight for yesterday: fondling Fabrique Nationale's Mk48 machine gun, which was so impressive in its design and its low weight that I actually prayed for a power failure to knock the lights out for a minute so I could spirit it away. No joy, however.
Otherwise, the trip has been a litany of polite, friendly crowds, lackluster restaurant service, loud music and lots of beer, with a cheery but confused Ethiopian cab driver thrown in last night.
More to follow. Stick around.