This is a typical scene in the market in Port Mathurin, Rodrigues. Each vegetable seller gets a numbered space in the covered building and there are four aisles of the spaces. Huge squash are so big that they all cut it into slices to sell. Trying to find a small one that I could take to the boat whole was nearly impossible. Onions, carrots, bok choy, potatoes, chokos, tomatoes, lettuce, peppers, etc. are all part of the colorful canvas available here every day. On Saturdays the place is packed with sellers and buyers, but most days it is just a few of each.
The fruit is sold on the outside of the vege market. This is one entrance to the market. The guy on the far left sells homemade rotis (flatbread sort of like tortillas)
These sellers set up their booths/umbrellas each market day and take them down at night. The woven baskets and hats are another specialty item made here. If only I had the room to hold all the interesting things on the boat.....
Across the street from the market is this Chinese store. On street level, the store claims to be Ah-Poh, a tobacconist. The upper level has strings of Chinese sausages drying. Locals claim these are the best ones and you just have to ask in the tobacco shop to have them let you go up to buy sausage.
Our group of yachties just off the bus, getting ready to start a walk. Someone bought a map of walks on the island, but we kept getting lost, missing the spots of paint that mark the trails. Someone finally read the small print and realized the map sellers want you to hire their guides to take you on these walks.
I couldn't see beyond my next handful of dried grass to cling to. It was pretty steep and the dry grass was slippery. The only branches to grab for balance or to pull up on were the thorny acacia, so we had to avoid them. Some folks just tried to 'swim' up the hill. Thankfully, if you grabbed a big enough handful of grass, the roots held. The bill of my had was impeding my view, but I didn't dare try to get to my bandana in my backpack on this steep slope, so I just had to keep going. hearts were pounding and the adrenaline was pumping in us all. A couple of folks shredded their pants and shirts scrambling up the rough slope. A little blood flowed, but nothing serious. One set of shoes bit the dust, but luckily someone had packed a spare set of shoes--how lucky is that! We were all properly chagrined at our decisions and so very thankful that nobody got seriously hurt or killed. It could so easily have happened..... and rescue would have been very difficult to enact.Once over the top, it was a nice walk across the plateau. Windy but fairly flat and easier to manage.