near my apartment are (as on almost every street) stands with vegetables and fruits. There are also several shops and a food, where you can get cosmetic products. Almost everything you need. No meat, but I'm not missing it (during my two long stays India bought raw meat only once, two chickens, which then landed on the grill at the pool party). But what surprises me is the fact that fish are also sold. No, not in any store. Just like that, on the street by the fence. Of course, without the refrigerator, why such luxuries. Enjoy that gutted the fish in the shade and do not lie on the ground directly, and on a piece of material. Needless to say, how to look after such a long day of storage at 35 degrees. And what about the scent ...
also often happens that on the train I am standing next to a woman with a basket at his feet (who then landed on his head, yet somehow they have to wear a dozen kg), and it comes out this easy to recognize zapaszek ... Frozen fish that does not stink, are all just thrown in the trash and freshly metropolitan area around the city. Brr. Moreover, looking for purity and quality of water in the Arabian Sea at the height of Mumbai (a big pile of garbage), it odechciewa to even think about eating them.
What am I so whiny? I do not want, do not buy it, simple. And how do I feel like a fish, you go to a restaurant where I prepare some delicious meal and do not have to worry about such things.
only wonder where they are taking and how to keep ...
Oops.
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