Through The Wet Markets

To see more colors and how people live, I had a ball of a time wandering through the residential neighborhoods and its wet markets. It was just about 10am, a little late by the standards of housewives. But there were still plenty of going-ons and things to see.

There were a couple of items I wanted to purchase from the grocery shops. There's something about how the small shops make their sauces. The shopkeepers kindly opened up their wares (the 'tester' bottles) for me to smell. Each one smelt different from the ones bought from the supermarkets at home. I've had the broth from the beef brisket noodles and my goodness, they're so good, better than anything I've had in Singapore. The zhu hou sauce in there taste different from the ones bought in Phnom Penh. The ones sold here are tastier; richer almost. Naturally, I had to buy bottles of zhu hou sauce (柱候酱), hoi sin sauce (海鮮酱) and watnots for the man.

The locals also call it a 'wet' market. It isn't housed under one roof like how it is in Singapore. It's just rows of shops lining up both sides of the streets with all sorts of stuff- meats, vegetables, fruits, flowers, dried goods, Chinese medicine, seafood, incense, funeral products, paper, etc. I don't exactly get to see this in Singapore. Since I don't really cook, I don't bother to go to a wet market in Singapore; the occasional jaunt to Tekka Market doesn't count. As a tourist, I love walking through all the hustle and bustle, weaving through the myriad of the smells and colors.