Sunday Morning

After a lovely breakfast this morning we decided to head over to our local market to get some salad ingredients for dinner this evening.

The Truck arrives

The scrambling

I have blogged a few times about our wonderful market but this morning it was funnier then usual.  The market is designed like a square I guess; the inner square is only allows foot traffic and has predominately meat and fish vendors.  Around the outside the square are fruit and vegetable vendors who face the road.  On the other side of the road are more fruit and vegetable vendors; these vendors are also down the sidewalk (if you can call it that) in what could be described as an outer square.  Now the road which is a road with bikes and pedestrian traffic, also has vendors selling their wares down the middle.





This all sounds quite chaotic but it works well - that is until the police van arrives.  Here we are buying our tomatoes when

all of a sudden there are a few loud yells and then everyone madly collects all their goods and runs away - to where we have no idea but they just disappear, some of the sidewalk vendors pull there goods back onto some imaginary line which divides the road and the sidewalk.

Nobody notices the evidence on the road

And they start coming back

The polie van then drives past pretending not to notice all the left over or forgotten produce in the middle of the road.
As the truck passes by the sidewalk vendors then move their goods back towards the road, the road vendors come back and set up shop in the middle of the road again and life continues as normal.  I have never seen this before though Matthew has but this morning was an added twist even for him.  The Police van must have only gone around the block because within about 5 minutes the yelling started again and once again the vendors dived into action moving and or disappearing.

Its almost back to normal

The Police van disappeared again and life resumes, we buy our lettuce and cucumbers and
then head off for a quite drive through the lovely streets of District 7, stopping for a coconut drink and to take a few photos.

Our Sunday Drive

And that was our Sunday morning.

The old and the new

Drinks break