While out for a stroll in Bangkok this morning I notice a part of the street was covered. See the covered area, right above the blue bus? Refuge for me.
The sun was bright ands broiling, the air was thick and smothering with humidity and diesel exhaust and I was going to walk down that street anyway, I wonder what’s going on under there?
Well, it’s a kind of local market. Not the kind of market I’m used to with a dairy section, frozen vegetables and ice cream. But there was plenty of fresh produce and an abundance of of meat. Chickens and ducks were crammed into cages and were cackling and calling . Live frogs encased together in nets that were as big as soccer balls. Tubs full of squirming eels wriggled in desperation. Catfish were being grabbed and having their heads hacked off with cleavers. Turtles were climbing over each other trying to escape. The sidewalk was slippery with a residue of guts and blood. It was just another day at the market for the locals in the tin shacks who were gathering up the ingredients of their next few meals.