You're plucked

Eating is a big thing in China. It's part of the social and cultural fabric. So where do 20 Million people get their food from? It aint the farm down the road, I can tell you that.

They go to "Wet Markets." I guess they are called wet markets because, the floor and everything is tiled. It''s probably like the George Hotel in St Kilda. A place when at closing, they hose your feet so you leave. Thus it's a wet market (I guess)

Anyway, this is where you can get all kinds of delicacies. The fruit and veg looks OK, but some of the meat and seafood, mmm, I'm not sure.

One thing is for sure, in these wonderful little den's of Asian gastronomic desire, your nasal hairs curl. I am not sure what smells most the fish, the meat, or the chook shit. I just try not to smell anything.

There was an interesting article in the paper the other day about how these very local stalls even have prices for the 'Lu Au' (white man) and prices for the locals. You expect it in the tourist spots, but basically, if they can squeeze a few extra Yuan out of a white man, they will. I just expect to get ripped off everywhere as my Chinese is non existent, so that's the price I pay.

Although, I can get home in a taxi speaking entirely in Chinese now. (I am impressed with myself, especially given that my drunk Chinese is as good (as bad) as my sober Chinese.)

Back to the food. These markets, are pretty good if you know what you are doing, and they certainly show of some interesting food we don't normally see. And, it's always good to see someone killing and plucking a fresh chook on the side of the road.

You're plucked

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