I made a solo trip to the market this morning. Denise was up until 3 am and has an exam on Monday, so getting up with me at 630 to go shopping was out of the question. She's been kicking ass and chewing bubble gum. Too bad she's all out of gum.
At the market, sellers announce the arrival of fish by blowing into a conch. I love the sounds of the market, as people joke around with each other, yell at each other, the sound of the conch blows from time to time, and all around you merchants are yelling deals at you. It's so exciting.
On the way back from the market, the cab driver had his radio tuned to some cheesy classic love songs station, and he wailed along with the music. I along with 7 other passengers had no choice but to listen.