Market Visit

I believe I chuckle inwardly every time I go to the market. I see strange things and it hits me anew that so many people from back home wouldn't be able to handle it. And I just can't explain it, although I want to.

Think of all parts of the animals laying out on both sides of you. Unrefrigerated, raw hunks of meat/fat/skin/etc just begging you to take them home and turn them into something edible.

On the last visit I saw Yvonne buy a pig's nose (ick). And there were intestines in the pile she was rooting through. They were disgustingly ugly and I started feeling squeamish.

Here's a lovely picture when I was in a random mood on one market trip. The local vendors were laughing as they watched us take the picture :D I was laughing and cringing at the same time.

Goon one, Yvonne. Cut off the head of the main focus!

Check it out! I'm holding a chicken. I just had a random urge to do it, so I made Yvonne ask the lady if I could hold her product. She probably thought I was crazy. But now I have a picture with a good story :)

I thought I woud get used to seeing YELLOW watermelon, but I just haven't. It's always been red in my world...

My tasty dinner of sushi. Yum!