Zanzibar's market is a bazaar; a collection of shops and stalls that winds around a bunch of narrow streets. To a naive visitor from The West, it's complete pandemonium from early morning till late into the night, with maybe a bit of respite during a midday siesta type hour. Scooters, pedestrians, bikes, trucks, people, hustlers. Few westerners. Swahili everywhere. The pace is frenetic.
Fresh meat department.
Outside view of the main food market.
It's like this all day, every day.
Negotiating for spices.
If you've not grown up here, it might be a good idea to avoid eating the stuff that you can't peel. Would be no fun to be sick and stuck in a room with no where to hide from the heat.
Grains.
Marine supply shop. We bought some mesh netting type here to make bags for holding shellfish.
Loading Marlin after the morning fish auction. The dull color is from the fish being dragged through the sand, after they're offloaded from fishing boats at the beach.
Rough cuts, perhaps to get the 6'+ fish to a more manageable size.
Would love to see people's reactions to a guy delivering fish like this at Stop & Shop.
Octopus.
Cleaning fish. Bags in foreground are chaza (shellfish).
Not sure what kind these are...
Assortment of fresh fish for sale.
More steaks.
