Before I step off the bus, my abaya is buttoned up and knotted at the bottom. As I step off, the smell of fish smashes into my nose. Although quite far, the smell of fish lingers in my nose with the aid of the warmth and humidity of the weather.
As I walked through the market, I see stalls stands full of fish next to one another. Although the market was full of fish, the market was very clean.
The fish sold at the market were very different from the ones from the states. The fish were full of color and variation in details and sizes. In the fish above there is a red-ish ring around its eyes and sharp teeth along with red pigment on its fins.
While walking around the fish market, I stumbled upon this tiny little fish. JK its a FAT daddy. It was at least the length from my hand to my opposite shoulder. This fish is called the Napoleon Wrasse.
Hand for reference.
Beyond this fence, there were lines of people providing different services for the fish, lobster, shrimp, and etc. Depending on what you wanted, you can go up to the person and let them know if you wanted the shrimps peeled, fish filleted, and etc. After you pay them, they do their thing and bam. You can go along your way or you can even ask them to cook it for you!
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