confirmation that shopping isone of my least favorite things to do
20.08.2014 -31 °F
Saturday seems like it was ten years ago, and it is only Wednesday. I started teaching this week, but I will save that for another post. When I signed on for Tampico, I thought about all of the fresh fruit to which I would have access. I am sure that I will appreciate this in the winter. Fresh fruit is not exactly abundant in this industrial city. I hear that there are small street markets in the neighborhoods, but I have not found them yet.
On Saturday, Valerie, Carol (two people out of three people who live in my building) took a cab to the central market. As I wrote before, the center of Tampico is a tourist trap. It is dirty, crowded and unbearably hot. So off we went. The market was a maze. On my first round of walking through it, I did not see the maze. I just saw the outer circle where all of the fruits and vegetables are -- if you can find them among all of the very used watches, clothes and desperation. The three of us split up at my suggestion because we all had very different agendas: Carol wanted to shop, Valerie was thirsty, and I was overwhelmed. I was actually ready to go home. Foolishly, I agreed to meet them in an hour and a half. So I circled the market again and noticed that there was a tangle of hallways in its center. The inside made the outside look clean; the smells of dead meat, fish, flies, and spices started to make me gag. As I wandered out, I almost bumped into a giant leg of cow and a set of chickens hanging opposite it. Later, Carol told me that there were hookers sporting their wares as well, but the raw chickens and cows were enough for me. I shot a few pics., and got out of there as soon as I could. I sought refuge in a hotel, where a lovely man chatted with me and offered me water. That was the highlight of my excursion. I did not even bother to buy mangoes or bananas.