Travel2Colombia Vol.1 | Page 35

So the next day, after wandering around the Old City of Cartagena, we grabbed a taxi, said the word 'mercado’ and the driver knew exactly where to take us. It was about a 20 minute drive. After passing by some market stalls, we asked to be let off and then timidly wandered down one of the mysterious alleyways that we were suppose to avoid. After about five minutes, I could not resist the opportunity so I dragged out my Digital SLR and started to take photos. We received some quizzical looks but mostly it was curiosity about who we were and what we were doing in the market. We asked some of the vendors if we could take photos of their stalls and they not only agreed, but they posed for us. I then showed them their digital image and they were smiling and thankful. If we lingered in front of a display a bit too long, the vendor would offer us a taste of the plantain or grapes or oranges for sale. We got lessons in how to prepare fish: (#1. Clobber with a club or machete. #2. Delicately place fish in even rows on the display cart), and we also learned the proper etiquette for brushing flies off the slabs of raw meat for sale (whisk quickly as customers approach…or not at all, in order to prove the freshness of the product). After we left the food area of the market, we entered more of the nuts and bolts area, featuring electronics, hardware, garments, shoes, CDs, music boxes, knives and …did I mention music? You can test your hearing as you pass by tiny shops cranking their speakers up to what seemed to be 200 decibels (125 decibels is the noise level of a jack-hammer). And then as you amble along, sidestepping the massive holes and puddles in the concrete and mud sidewalks, you also need to avoid the hundreds of buses that quickly stop to let off and pick up passengers, each with an assistant who yells out the destination of the bus and exhorts passengers to jump on, fast! And of course, the cacophony and confusion would not be complete without hundreds of motorcycles and cars revving their engines and honking as they wait impatiently in the gridlocked traffic, as bold pedestrians