The clinic has been very quiet recently. With only three in patients and four babies in the special care baby unit, I took a stroll around the local market before ward round this morning. These barbecued chicken pieces look tasty but, at 10 pence a piece, they weren’t costly. However, they are just bits of chicken carcass, with very little meat on them.
What about some intestines/tripe/chittlins? Tofu, too. There’s an impressive selection of intrathoracic organs, lungs, heart, trachea and bronchi. Some dried and fresh fish from the Andarman Sea off Moulemein in Myanmar. Great variety.
But markets are also about people; buyers and sellers, and their children. Here are a few photographs from this morning.
What about vegetables? There were lots of leaves, watercress, morning glory, spinach, gourds, squash, pumpkins, as well as the staples – onions, garlic, potatoes, tomatoes, dried beans and pulses.
There seems to be lots of cheap plastic toys, jewellery, torches and batteries, cell phones and dodgy DVDs. Not forgetting flowers and shoes.
By 10am, the market was over, the sellers had packed up and moved on to the next village. I chewed on a chunk of orange-coloured chicken ribcage, trying to extract some meat, followed by a group of belligerent dogs, hopeful as ever, waiting for the scraps. Not one of my better food choices, I thought as I walked back to the clinic to start the morning’s work.