We came upon this psychic festival on our way to the grocery store. It seemed like the perfect photo op to me. People were actually lined up to get psychic readings (15 minutes for $18). I didn't get a reading, but I did buy two raffle tickets to help build a school in Masai Mara, Kenya. I asked the group selling raffle tickets how you get to be a psychic, and the guy in the middle said, "You take drugs." Then the two women told him to be quiet.
In the interest of full disclosure I must confess that many years ago a friend of my father's gave card readings, and she predicted that John was "The One" when we were just starting to date. So you see, I can't totally scorn this as trickery!
