Behold big Eski Bazaar in Andijan.
Maybe start with a little spice and a little vegetable. You gotta get some nan bread from the beared bread man.
Don't forget the high sugar drinks. All sealed and ready for a quick purchase. A choosy shopper.
Follow our adventures as we share our thoughts, impressions and awe at what could be called: Foreign Service's Wide World of Talalay.
Behold big Eski Bazaar in Andijan.
Maybe start with a little spice and a little vegetable. You gotta get some nan bread from the beared bread man.
Don't forget the high sugar drinks. All sealed and ready for a quick purchase. A choosy shopper.
View of one section of the market. The usual rows of vendors under a little bit of weather protection.
Fresh loaves of bread, still in the delivery truck. And in old cardboard boxes, way to upcycle. Chick pea display, tenderly art directed. Humble.
Entertaining piles of toys. Babies bursting and a soldier, creeping up on some farm animals.
The temple to shopping.
Inside, stall after stall over several floors, selling clothes, housewares, textiles, everything a local Lao might need.
The bling is drained when the shops are closed. Open, bling spilling from shelves.
Veggies, bagged. Looking a little like buying goldfish.
Eggs, your way. Amazing, whole or fully yolk. Grab and scramble.
Plastic, good for fly protection.
Every city in Uzbekistan has a big, sprawling, local market bazaar. Modern grocery stores are a growing option for shopping, yet wandering the busy stalls of an old bazaar still satisfies.
Aisles of fruits and vegetables.
Legumes by the kilogram. Here comes the meat. Pig's feet on the right.
The fresh eggs truck, just open the back and set the prices. Butcher shop sign, boasting of the wide variety of meat sources. So regal.
Abu Dhabi is the capital of the UAE and the city features plenty of world class amenities. Fancy hotels, office towers, museums, the usual magazine spread worthy baubles. What about before the oil money remade the place? Where did the housewife in the 1960's shop?
Here!
You can't find what you wanted? In these over-crowded shops, it must not exist.
One important feature of the various shops, a set of royal portraits. Photograph, rug, just any representation will do.
Think of your standard flea market and multiply it by 10. Or 50. Just make it huge. Plop it down in a dusty area by some railroad tracks, have it sprawl in and out and around a set of musty, dark warehouses. Sell everything, mostly used. Tools, clothes, auto parts, restaurant equipment. Some of your vendors have regular stalls, shops, areas.
Many of your vendors are weekend junk collectors with a blanket of their finest products. Which means, they cleaned out some old lady's apartment a few days earlier. Score!
A pause before the dive.
The range of products. A regular stall, specializing in bolts, etc.. and a typical table of a someone's junk. Or treasures.
Old Soviet era stuff is around. "Who's bust can I interest you in today?" Moving off the cult of past personality, a suitcase filled with family snapshots.
Back outside, another typical spread, a real random mix of stuff. "I need a meat grinder, a suitcase and a long brown coat and I don't have a lot of time." Whew! Not everything is inanimate. There's a pet/live animal section. You choose whether it's a pet or dinner, no judgement.