The morning of our second day, Chef Martin Yan takes our group to a local wet market in Shunde, China. If you want to get a sense of local culture, and local food - the wet market is where you can get an up close and personal view. In my case, my experience might have been a little TOO close, I emerged with stains on my clothes and smelling like fish - but happy, that all of my appendages (including head) are intact......
The market is located in a two-story building. As we enter, it is crowded with customers. We immediately see stalls and stalls of cut-up poultry, and people yelling. They are yelling at customers, yelling at their co-workers, yelling at each other, yelling at ME. Yup, somehow, I had already doing something wrong, because there is a man waving a large cleaver and yelling in my direction. What/Why??? Since the crazy yelling man is down the aisle from me, and too far to inflict harm to me, I shrug him off, and continue to browse the stalls displaying a variety of poultry, including black chickens, geese, and birds that were cut open with eggs still inside!!
Second warning!! There may be pictures and descriptions of events posted here that might make the reader uncomfortable. I wish there was a more delicate way to portray all of the sights, sounds and smells at the Wet Market. But while I am here, I am simultaneously, feeling amazed, disgusted, horrified, scared and incredibly intrigued. With a sense of morbid curiosity, I cannot tear my eyes away from all of the things happening around me. In lieu of standing there looking dumbstruck with my mouth agape, I start taking pictures. Behind poultry, is the livestock section - with rows of cages containing several species of live birds. When a customer makes a purchase, the vendor will slit the throat, drain the blood, and de-feather the bird - all in a matter of minutes! Beyond the caged birds, there are baskets of live frogs, snakes and turtles. Those vendors, are also gutting and cleaning, leaving the still-twitching frogs on the floor. I carefully navigate my way around the flying cleavers, and piles of guts on the wet and slippery floor. At the other end of the building, there is a set of stairs. Needing to escape the slaughter all around me, I head upstairs. Whereas the first floor was dark, wet and bloody, the second floor is brightly lit with windows on all four walls. This floor is where they sell vegetables, flowers, eggs, fresh noodles and tofu products, dried seafood, and handmade dumplings. The hazards of this floor come from the motorcycles, bikes and large carts that barrel down the narrow and crowded aisles. I am almost run over by a scooter, then a cart carrying a load of freshly picked vegetables pushes past me and smears wet mud on the back of my legs, and then I almost trip over the legs of a customer sorting through heads of cabbage on the ground. Aack!! Half the floor is occupied with butchers selling beef, pork, lamb, and other meat products. If you are a fan of "nose to tail" eating, you should come here!! There are animal parts, I never knew animals had, being sold! Truth be told, after spending so much time among all of these animal innards, I start thinking about becoming vegetarian......I notice that it is almost time to meet the group back at the bus. Reluctantly, I make my way back downstairs.
On the other side of the first floor is the fresh fish section. I am back in the wettest section of the Wet Market! As I head towards my bus, I push my way through the many fish customers and vendors. I am getting splashed by water from tanks overflowing with large live fish, that angrily flip their tails as they attempt to find some personal space. I marvel at the speed that the vendors are able to catch, gut, scale, and filet a fish - all with one BIG knife. Fish scales and guts are flying everywhere.I emerge from the entrance of the market, feeling exhilarated by what I have just experienced, but also so happy to be away from the crowds, the smell and the blood. I am muddy, wet, and smell fishy, and there is still the strong smell of the market lingering in my nose.
As the other members of the tour arrive at the bus, everyone had some crazy story to share about the wet market. Martin has also bought several of the exotic local items to share with the group during lunch.
Back to the Shunde Sheraton for a special lunch!




















