Even if you're not buying stuff like me (Nee does all the shopping, I do all the carrying) it's still an interesting place to visit. In the vegie section of the market, you'd usually be able to see yelling Italians. Unfortunately I didn't have a picture of that cos I didn't see them there that morning.
And in the other seafood/butcher section of the market, an Asian guy was also yelling in deep undiscernible Australian accent, something about the meat going cheap & prices coming down. I hesitated to take a photo of him cos judging from the strength of his coarse voice, I didn't want to play the fool.
Roger mentioned something before about female pork tasting better. I think he's right cos they do make a point to differentiate between the sexes.
This is where I got my new supply of honey, something that I don't think I can live without. I can't survive a bout of diarrhea without it.
Nope. Didn't try that, but thought of it - not the rabbit, but the kangaroo meat. I thought it'd be like eating a national symbol. Like eating the Hornbill or Orang Utan in Sarawak. Or eating the kiwi bird in NZ, or eating the Bald Eagle in the US.
Oh, look! Malaysian satay in the most unexpected place. I saw the sign but I didn't see the satay that I expected.
I really didn't expected this. I guess Australia has been pretty strong in its trade protection. It looks like American products from the 1950s just made it into the market now.