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The Road Chose Me Volume 2: Three years and 54,000 miles around Africa
Caroline and I make great progress on the new website and I really enjoy working so closely with a ‘customer’. It’s great to know Caroline will get exactly the website she wants. I continue to have a fruit smoothie for breakfast every day with about six or eight fresh local ingredients, swim, run and workout alternating days and generally soak in the amazing atmosphere of Caroline’s paradise.
The local market in Puerto Escondido is very well known and we venture in to re-supply on fresh fruits and vegetables. It is very crowded, with stalls crammed in to every possible space. Most have items hanging very low from the roof and I have to constantly duck and weave to avoid them. Combined with the heat, humidity and level of background noise I feel like I’m exploring through some kind of urban jungle.
The stalls selling fresh produce are stacked with every kind of fruit and vegetable I have ever seen, and a whole lot I have not. Everything is amazingly fresh and cheap, with most things probably having been picked earlier in the day. Mango season is over, making them hard to come by right now. We find only one stall selling them and we pay a few dollars for five huge ones. This is the highest price Caroline has ever paid and she mentions how in season they are practically free there are so many.
The area selling meat and fish is a sight to behold – almost all the stalls have their entire stock just sitting on the open counter for sale, without a fridge in sight. There are all manner of chicken, fish, beef and pork pieces, some in various stages of being dried for unknown reasons. Shopkeepers sit and wave sticks to keep the ever-present flies at bay, while others with glazed eyes have clearly given that up hours ago. Of course the smell is overpowering and at times I struggle to keep a smile on my face. Everyone else seems to think it’s perfectly normal.
A couple of stalls are selling small insects that look like grasshoppers. I can’t figure out if they are for eating and the shopkeepers don’t want to talk to me as soon as they realize I’m not buying anything. Other stalls have beautiful hand woven baskets, hammocks & rugs/blankets in every bright color imaginable.
Living in paradise and exploring the area is fantastic, though we’ve nearly finished the website and I feel the urge to move south to new adventures.