Week Thirty Three. Night Markets.
Weaving our way through the narrow crowded footpaths, the smell of incense sits thick in the humid night air. The constant beeping of car horns becomes almost musical, this island dances to it’s own crazy rhythm. Here, to barter is a game that should be enjoyed by both parties. With humour deals are struck and everyone leaves laughing. These people love to laugh, their friendliness and warmth radiates for those who care to take it all in. We meet two children, seemly belonging to no one they are superheroes bouncing around us and laughing, fighting for our attention. Some other tourists frown at the children running loose, muttering under their breath. But we chase them through the racks of clothing, there is fun to be had, and we won’t let our western ways get in the way of that.
