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Evening / Night Markets

Sundays are special to me – I’ll usually follow my parents for their weekly ritual of visiting the pasar malam (which means night market in Bahasa Malaysia) unless I have nothing better to do but stare lifelessly at the computer screen :) We’ll set off early at about 2pm in the afternoon to avoid the evening rush hour where a tsunami of people will start pouring into the narrow street where the market is. And gosh, I hate it when I’m voluntarily roasting myself under the brutal afternoon heat.

Evening / Night Markets

Pasar malam is an essential and integral part of the Malaysian culture – instead of turning to hypermarkets for fresh produce, many Malaysian housewives will head for the evening or night markets (I call some of them evening markets because they are usually open in the late afternoon). In my township, the market is just a 10-minute drive away from my house, and since we always arrive early, I will find myself looking at how stall owners screech in with their loaded trucks packed with goods and most importantly, position their stalls, unload and display their goods. Setting up tents is a must on their to-do list, given than the humid tropical climate might just bring unexpected thunderstorms or blazing afternoon sun. Mom wears a jacket to, quote, keep her from being roasted alive.

Stallowners have to be born with good throats, or if they don’t win the genetic lottery, get their throats trained and seasoned enough to yell and advertise loudly to attract customers. So I don’t really talk much when I’m there with my parents – the whole place is flooded with vocal advertisements and my squeaky voice will most probably get inundated inside. We comminicate through body language – pointing at the drink stall means I’m going to get a drink, if you can’t find me, I’m over there.; looking at me furiously and shaking the plastic bags in hand at me means What the hell are you doing over there? Come over and help me with my groceries. Interesting, isn’t it?

The aftermath of the markets is unbelieveable. There’s everything, well, everywhere. You might just step on a chicken head, a duck liver, a rotten cabbage, a bruised apple, banana skins, strings, empty bottles and etc. They usually have a specialised group of cleaners to fix the mess before dawn. Almost everytime when I return from the markets I’ll have to clean my shoes and make sure that nothing is stuck underneath it.

Here’s a panorama of the evening market. Click on it to view the larger one.

Evening market panorama

So dear readers, where do you usually get your weekly shopping done?

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