Fruit Market
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Thu 12 Jul 2012 22:29
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To Buy a Melon and a
Pineapple After coffee break today our teachers
insisted we go with them to the fruit market to buy our fruit. We have our first
presentations in Spanish after coffee tomorrow, after which we are to give all
the students and teachers a sample piece, about twenty four people in all. Bear
is presenting on the pineapple or pina, and I’m doing the watermelon or sandia.
I was quite happy to buy our fruit on the way home from the lady who sets up a
stall next to where we live. Last Sunday we bought a massive melon for one pound
forty and it was absolutely delicious. Anyway, be that as it may, off we
trotted, with Grande Oso in the lead with
Brenda.
Ten minutes later we were in an enormous
rabbit warren of stalls selling just about everything
as well as giant radishes
The ladies pointed out all kinds of fruit
and veg, surprisingly cauliflower and broccoli are the same, as were many of the
flowers – gladioli, chrysanthemum, statis and
lily.
No guesses who’s furry
arm got in the way, but it was the first time in my life that I’ve seen
bananas next to shoes.
I did get a bit cheesed off with being
just the wrong height. All the ladies with ‘stuff’ on their heads happily
brushed me the whole time and the noise was something else, with everyone
shouting out their wares. The narrow alleys were the worst. we saw many new vegetables to us. Some interesting ‘snacks’ and piles of
eggs. Tripe by the yard and some very dodgy looking
‘parts’. Clothes, shoes, Kiwi shoe polish, Ponds and Nivea
creams.
Strange fruits punctuated by
make-up
Such an enormous
market
Complete with live
crabs I of course wanted to release
We were ‘steered’ to a particular stall and ‘persuaded’ to get two
melons (I knew I only needed one), I did put my foot down at the
suggestion of three pineapples and only bought two (cut correctly one may have
done the job) for the princely sum of eight pounds and fifty pence. We could
have got the four fruits from our local lady for less than five pounds. I was
more than a little cross at allowing myself to be stiffed in such a way without
reacting. Oh well, the old saying “Fool Me Once”.
At last out in to the open, dodging yet
another head-hand-bag, past the
chicken buses, to see a man relieving himself at the
back of one. Apparently this is a very ‘macho’ society where men do as
they wish and any word against may produce a good slapping. We were warned that
I would be fine in a queue but Bear may have to put up with locals blatantly
pushing in. The buses made for a colourful picture though.
My favourite picture was of the eggs ‘sunbathing’
Cute or Sad ??? A straw and a plastic bag as toys.
ALL IN ALL QUITE AN
EXPERIENCE
BUT VERY
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