Kadama 28: Market Madness
Trip Start
Jul 12, 2012
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Trip End
Dec 01, 2012
A true India Experience = Central Market, Bangalore
The Central Market was one of my most memorable moments while in India. An entire section of this town is devoted to the market as well as two very large industrial looking buildings. The market is full of flowers, vegetables, and fruits - all fresh and delicious. In this case, the photos speak louder than my words because there was just so much to see, taste, touch, feel, and smell. Most of the smells were unpleasant, but those that were pleasant were sweet from the inside out.
In the building, we went to the lower floor which was the flower market. If I ever had to guess what it felt like to be packed like sardines, this was it. People everywhere, walking, pushing, shoving, throwing flowers, getting hit in the head with bins from people balancing them on their heads, walking on inches and inches of muddy, wet debris and dead flowers...India.
I have never sweat so fast, so much, in so little time. It was a hot box in which I had to get out as soon as possible. It was hard to take everything in when it was so rushed and uncomfortable but I suppose that was what I had to take in. On my way out of the jumble, a lady put her hand on my arm and said "thank you". I am not sure why she said that but I took it as a thank you for visiting my country and with that, I felt a sense of accomplishment.
Outside of the market, we ran into a man getting a tattoo. Honestly, a real, permanent tattoo in the middle of the street. Get this, the machine was run off of a car battery. Don't believe me? Look for yourself! Who is next in line???
The Central Market was one of my most memorable moments while in India. An entire section of this town is devoted to the market as well as two very large industrial looking buildings. The market is full of flowers, vegetables, and fruits - all fresh and delicious. In this case, the photos speak louder than my words because there was just so much to see, taste, touch, feel, and smell. Most of the smells were unpleasant, but those that were pleasant were sweet from the inside out.
In the building, we went to the lower floor which was the flower market. If I ever had to guess what it felt like to be packed like sardines, this was it. People everywhere, walking, pushing, shoving, throwing flowers, getting hit in the head with bins from people balancing them on their heads, walking on inches and inches of muddy, wet debris and dead flowers...India.
I have never sweat so fast, so much, in so little time. It was a hot box in which I had to get out as soon as possible. It was hard to take everything in when it was so rushed and uncomfortable but I suppose that was what I had to take in. On my way out of the jumble, a lady put her hand on my arm and said "thank you". I am not sure why she said that but I took it as a thank you for visiting my country and with that, I felt a sense of accomplishment.
Outside of the market, we ran into a man getting a tattoo. Honestly, a real, permanent tattoo in the middle of the street. Get this, the machine was run off of a car battery. Don't believe me? Look for yourself! Who is next in line???


