While up at the church, I’d mistakenly thought that’s where the market also was for the town. So imagine my surprise when we got the bottom of the town and saw the dozens of rows of market stalls covered with open air thatched roofs, a small black pig rampaging though seller’s vegetables laid neatly on the ground, and hundreds of people doing their weekly marketing and bartering.
This was the market I’d wanted to see. Yes, there were several stalls selling local handicrafts, but most of them were food; dozens of types of potatoes, herbs, vegetables, fresh fish, cut up chickens. There were stalls selling soup which I desperately wanted to try but alas, did not. Below are the photos from our walk around the market.
The pig, above in one of his calmer moments.
I’m not really sure what they were, some sort of puffed and baked flour based thing, but the treats on the left above were a bit sweet, chewy and delicious.
We saw these three wheeled bikes all over, used as local “taxis”, all with their own signature decoration. Very much like tuk tuks in Thailand.