Early start to go to see the live animal market. We'd been told it was a tourist attraction and that it starts at day break and all over by 10am.
The three of us took a taxi on our own for the first time, relying on Catriona's Russian which is improving by the day. I'm amazed at how quickly it has come back to her after 13 years.
Our first glimpse was of cars, cars, cars. No car park here. Bumper to bumper took on a whole new meaning, or make that bumper to door. They were just all over the place. Those in first would have no chance of getting out till the end (although some did seem to be trying) and I can't imagine what 10 am would be like.
There were hardly any trucks - you just put the sheep you buy in the boot of your car!
Sale yards? Not heard of them. You simply take your few sheep, goats or cows, or a mixture, on bits of rope and stand anywhere you can till someone comes by and makes you an offer.
There was an absolute sea of men and women and animals but interestingly, not a lot of bleating or mooing.
Tourist attraction or not we saw no other foreigners, but people were very friendly and happy to have their photos taken. I was able to get some great portraits of local folk.
I have just come in from a bunya - sauna in other words. It was ferociously hot and I bailed after 15 minutes but not before we had used a cream face mask and did some beating of one another with a traditional bunch of leaves. The face mask began to drop off my chin within a minute or two with the heat. AND I gave Catriona an extra severe beating with the leaves for allowing her new jeans to go through our wash today turning my beige travel pants grey and my pink and grey knickers mauve. And she knows I don't like purple clothes.
No photos of the sauna for the same reason as yesterday.
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