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I am your typical female that enjoys shopping, but the street markets
take shopping to new heights. You bargain for everything. There
is a morning market and a night market every day.
The morning market starts around 4 AM and ends around 10 AM. The
night market is from about 4 PM to about 9 PM.
The
markets are kind of like our flea markets with lots of different stalls.
Then again, the flea markets are nothing like the street markets. The
night market is the most interesting. Stalls are made from tarps and
aluminum poles. They are 3-sided, no roof, no floor. They are
lit with bare bulbs connected to wires strung for just that purpose.
The
night markets are the best for buying clothes, while the morning market
is mostly for food. I always loved going to the market. It was always
so fascinating. And there are always so many people. It is literally
a sea of people as you are pushed from all sides.
Tarps
are laid on the sidewalk and street with the goods on top. There are
mounds of tomatoes and peppers, onions and eggplant. Each vendor has
their own scale to weigh out your purchases, but some customers bring
their own scales. Carts of assorted porcelain are scattered throughout
the market street. There are bags of roasted, in-the-shell sunflower
seeds, bags of assorted tea leaves, and cardboard boxes full of crackers
among other things.
In
the meat market section there are galvanized tubs full of water and
almost live fish or dead fish piled on a tarp. Whole, plucked chickens
piled in the back of someone’s truck. Large boards on top of sawhorses
become tables for butchers to cleave off the slab of meat you want
from the whole critter—cow, sheep, horse, pig or whatever is available. Hearts,
livers and other parts rest on plastic bags on the street. (Once I
almost stepped on a tarp of sheep heads.) Intestines are strung from
clothesline.
The
meat market section is the only thing that I do not like about the
street market. Coming face-to-face with a dead, upside-down chicken,
almost stepping on something’s heart, or almost getting slapped in
the face with intestines is pretty gross. Not to mention, the
smell of the fish would knock a mule over at twenty paces. No, I did
not like the meat market.
Some
vendors cook on the street. Glutinous rice and bean paste pancakes
or rice balls, Steamed bread or stuffed buns. Large metal drums are
sawn in half and used to roast ears of corn or sweet potatoes. Tea
eggs are wheeled along on carts.
There
are also piles of clothes and shoes. Bags and hair accessories. There
are towels and coat hangers and clothespins. Washbasins and trashcans
are stacked high. There are carts with makeup and toiletries and toilet
paper.
And,
the best part, the “yi quai” man. He and his helpers stand at
the corners of his tarp shouting, “Yi quai, yi quai, yi quai”.
Everything is only one yuan or about twelve cents. There are rolling
pins, scrub pads, packs of clothespins, knives, tape measures, tin
bowls, plastic mugs with lids, serger thread, address books, mirrors,
combs and all sorts of other stuff.
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