Wet market is a term used generally here in Asia, the market part is sort of self explanatory the wet bit...not sure but there is always a lot of water around to keep things fresh and to wash away debris and to clean up.
Generally i dodge them because being a foreigner here i stand out like a sore thumb and in the wet market i get lots of stares and well smiles, so, its not really a big problem but i usually leave market shopping to Ann because some of the cuts of meat and types of fish are confusing....which fish goes to what dish and decisions like that need to be made, i would get it wrong, so, i leave it to Ann.
When we lived in HK we used supermarkets rather than wet markets because we were lazy, there were only 2 of us (me and Ann) and we ate out a lot anyway so it wasn't so important. Here though the fruit vegetables and fish are more significantly more expensive in the supermarkets and so Ann or the girls now go to the wet markets.
The pictures shown are when Raul took me to his farms and we stopped off at Toril wet market, i hadn't been here before, it was quite big.
The pictures shown are selection of dried fish, Bulad Filipinos love this, don't know any westerners who do, me i hate it...then.
A beautiful display of vegetables and particularly root ginger and garlic featured.
Then by coincidence we ran into a tennis friend Ram who was shopping there too and i took his picture, he smiled happily.
Then lastly, Raul inspecting the fish.
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