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We didn’t only see fish at this market. There were mounds of squid and eel and chicken feet and who knows what else. Snake fruit, jackfruit, star fruit, sugar cane, lychees, all sorts of greens, eggplants, banana flowers, sour oranges, and many other delicious fruits and vegetables. Above every vendor stood a colorful umbrella which added to the already bright scene. There was music playing over loudspeakers which caused one lady to start dancing in the street and at another time made us smile when the song, “You Raise Me Up” started to play. When we walked through the clothes section, two little girls hid behind the racks and played peekaboo with us. Here’s how they played the game: they would stare at us until we spotted them and then they would shriek and run away. Then they would sneak back between the hangers and peek at us again.
But not only did we play peekaboo, we also tried new fruits, tasted fresh sugar cane juice, listened to Robby speak with a Chinese merchant, witnessed Benji’s bartering and purchase of a pair of sunglasses, and took plenty of pictures. The only thing we didn’t do was put some of the “market” smell into a bottle to bring back for you to enjoy. That part only you can experience for yourself.
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