Skipper and First Mate Millard (Big Bear and Pepe)
Tue 5 Dec 2017 22:57
Lake Inle Market
We left the ladies weaving and headed for the market. This daily, land based event used to be a floating market, very popular with tourists and locals alike, as we drew closer we could see loads of longtails, but first, through the official entrance made from bamboo poles.
Passing a parking attendant and chugging slowly in between to very long jetties chocker block with stalls and tourists. I could easily have asked our driver, Udin to turn around and get away from the madness but Bear said we should bimble the market proper, beyond the jetties.
We parked against the left hand jetty, in line with lots of other boats and off we went.
We ran the gauntlet of stalls selling what has become all too familiar “you look see” “very good price” “lucky money for first buy you”, smiling sweetly on we went.
A builders yard made for a nice change, roof panels, wall panels and bamboo poles.
Over a little bridge, passing a few more stalls and we were in the market ‘proper’ as Bear had said.
Baskets and restaurant.
Not sure what’s cooking in the pots, some of it smelt quite dodgy and Bear thought one pot contained soup until I pointed out that it was the washing up bowl..........
A butcher turning over a brisk trade.
A smartly dressed butcheress, very competent with her sharp cleaver.
Meat stroke fishmonger with a natty ginger beard.
A lady not-to-be-messed-with had lovely looking fish.
A singing chicken butcheress, while she worked with a very dodgy bag of goings-on........
The local twice-fried-biscuity-things don’t taste of much and a tractor coming through.
Heavy negotiating at one fishmongers.
A handsome fish in front of this chap and a young lad stringing his wares in eights.
Tomato stall, we had expected to see thousands of tomatoes for sale not just this pile, in fact, vegetable alley wasn’t up to much at all, whether that happens earlier in the day we are not sure.
Engine maintenance and tissue box covers.
Passing so many stalls.
The locals car park.
We clambered back aboard and Bear got a closer look at the longtail motors.
Udin handed over the five pence parking charge to the attendant and off we went.
ALL IN ALL A HIVE OF ACTIVITY
PITY ABOUT THE GROCKLE SECTION