Lots of amazing stuff here. If I had the eye for it and the luggage space I imagine I could make a killing in the export/import business. Or someone can, anyway, I don’t think that’s my game. To me the stalls blend together as I meet wave after wave of “please look” and “good price” with “no thank you.” A guy had a really sweet drum that he could extract all sorts of sounds from, but I am not a drummer and I have no suitable bag.
Interspersed in the market are places to eat, both those set up for today and more permanent places, identifiable by the cement floor and occasional toilets. One such smelled like someone ate the same thing I did. I was glad to be out of there quickly.
The market runs right up to the beach, and I ended up next to Tantra, so says my WiFi connection. I am cooling off in the shade of a tree watching the ocean at the edge of the market. Nearby a market worker covers her mouth with a scarf to filter the small fire burning next to her. I think a man is cooking lunch?
Sitting buys no real respite from the vending. No I don’t want a selfie stick , nor a shiny coin.
I want to move on, but it is hard to pull myself away from this ocean, for what may well be the last time.
Time to wander again, I will post this bit since I have wifi