Showing posts with label market. Show all posts
Showing posts with label market. Show all posts

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Market day



Things you can have fun buying at the market in Toliara for much less than 10€ (80NOK):

1Kg white flower
1Kg cornflower
2Kg Malagasy rice
Potatoes
Squashes
Aubergines
Peppers
Carrots
Tomatoes
Onions
Garlic
Limes
Oranges
Bananas
Green Bananas
Mangoes
Avocados
Basil
Parsley
Coriander
Plus a couple of things I only know by Malagasy name: the white carrot-like vegetables, and those fruits looking like small yellow mangoes.

Buon Appetito!

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

(Forced) stay in Antsirabe

We are in the very nice town of Anstirabe. It is a mountain city at about 3h south of the capital Antananarivo. Here it’s summer, but the temperature is a lot lower than in Toliara. We arrived here on our attempt to go to Tana to receive our long awaited guests. As most of you know, they had to postpone their trip, and we stopped in Antsirabe (also to get some medical controls). We got welcomed by rain (it is the season now) and chilli temperature…especially for us, used to the torrid south. Against us, the fact that we came not well equipped for this fresh welcome, and could only go around with sandals and shorts. But the sun shines in most of the mornings, and with no interruption for the last two days, showing all the beauty of this city, founded by Norwegians (!).
Yes, because Antsirabe has very little of the dusty south, with low buildings. Here the houses remind the British cottages; they are built in red bricks with dark wooden floors, and have balconies and flourishing gardens. We often walk around with wide open eyes, dreaming of living in one of those. Here it is also possible to find a lot of vegetables and fruits, fresh and tasty, not to mention all the different home made cheeses, garnished with flowered spices…

But (there is a but), lately living in Antsirabe seems a bit harder. Tourists are lacking, due to the current political instability, and vendors are getting desperate. Some of them spot you from distance and offers 10 even 20 necklaces for 2 or 3 euro. We can see they need cash, and they are afraid things will get worst… we buy from some, but we can’t buy from all of them. When we go for a walk, we feel obliged to take street with fewer vendors not to get surrounded. It is sad to see, and as them we fear it might get worst.
We hope people will soon be able to enjoy again this beautiful town of Madagascar.

Friday, November 14, 2008

The meat market(s)


Meat for vazaha (white people) like us is quite central in the weekly diet. We still have to take care with salad and fruit: if they are not peeled or cooked vegetables can still ruin our day, and make us best friends of the toilet. So, we end up eating more meat than we would normally do (also because I’m intolerant to many fishes). The easiest way is to go to a restaurant, ask for a well-done piece and eat in peace. But, if we want to eat a filet at home, we obviously have to buy it. The city doesn’t offer supermarkets with fridges, or germ-free butcher store. The place to go is the market, where small benches lined up on the side of the streets shows the meat ready cut or minced. Pieces of pork or zebu are aligned under the shining sun at more than 30°C, with all the consequent odors. You are also offered an excellent example of the great biodiversity of Madagascar through all the insects that are feasting of the meat. However, when we asked some Malagasy friends where to buy good fresh meat, that’s the place we got addressed too. I guess, we’ll just have to get used to it.

Another “meat market” it will be more difficult to get used to, impossible we would say, is the “Club Za-Za”. We went out with some people yesterday night, and as Tuesdays doesn’t offer much life, we went to the only place “always alive”… When we arrived the picture wasn’t the most comforting: 30-40 young girls (how many of them were underage is difficult to say as Malagasy look all very young), where dancing in the middle of the club, while a few people where sitting around. We weren’t the only vazaha in the room, but I was the only vazaha girl. That the main “market” place in Tulear is the “Club Za-Za”, is not a secret, as all the guide books warns tourist about it. The game was pretty clear, and doesn’t have to be explained in detail. Asking some of the more experienced “vazahas” we learned that you should be able to get a night with one of these girls for about 10 – 20 000 Ariary (4-10 Euro). The two beers we paid in the bar were 10 000 Ariary.

We are starting to read documents on Madagascar in general and Tulear in particular, and we’re getting the picture that prostitution is not at all a marginal phenomenon. Many girls (and families) see this as the solution for their problems and as a way to easy money. However, we have to admit, that after spending some time there, we got the feeling that some girls (and men) where really there just to dance and have fun. When the more traditional music came on some of the girls showed off some amazing dancing skills. But, we wonder how many would be able to refuse to gain some easy money if offered, how many of them where there with the hope of getting to work, and we can’t stop asking ourselves how their life story is.

Italiano: la carne per i vazaha (bianchi), come noi è un elemento centrale della dieta settimanale. Dobbiamo stare attenti con insalata e frutta: se non sono sbucciate o cotte, frutta e verdura possono rovinarci la giornata, trasformandoci nei migliori amici del bagno. Di conseguenza, finiamo col mangiare più carne del normale (anche perché io sono intollerante a molti pesci). Il modo più facile è andare al ristorante, chiedere per un pezzo ben cotto, e mangiare in pace. Ma se vogliamo mangiare casa, ovviamente dobbiamo comprarci la carne da noi. La città non offre supermercati con frigoriferi o macellerie asettiche. Il posto dove andare è il mercato, dove su banchetti allineati lati della strada, si trova la carne già tagliata o macinata. I pezzi di maiale e zebù sono sotto il sole che brilla a più di 30°C, con i conseguenti odori. Ed è compreso un eccellente campionario esemplificante la biodiversità del Madagascar: insetti che banchettano sui tagli di carne. In ogni caso, quando abbiamo chiesto in giro dove comprare della carne buona e fresca, siamo stati indirizzati verso il mercato. Quindi, pare che dobbiamo solo abituarci.

Un altro “mercato della carne” al quale e più difficile abituarsi, se non impossibile, è il “Club Za-Za”. Siamo usciti con un po’ di gente l’altra sera, ed essendo martedì’ siamo andati nell’unico posto dove “c’e’ sempre vita”… Al nostro arrivo, l’immagine non è stata delle più confortanti: 30-40 ragazze danzavano al centro della sala, mentre poche altre persone sedevano ai divanetti attorno (quante fossero minorenni, è difficile dire, giacché i malgasci sembrano tutti giovani). Non eravamo gli unici vazaha, ma io ero l’unica ragazza vazaha. Il fatto che il “mercato” principale di Tulear sia “Club Za-Za”, non e’ un segreto: tutte le guide mettono i turisti in guardia. Il gioco era abbastanza chiaro, e non c’e’ bisogno di dilungarsi in spiegazioni dettagliate. Chiedendo alcuni dei vazaha più esperti, abbiamo scoperto che per una notte con una delle ragazze dovrebbero essere sufficienti 10-20 000 Aryary (4-10 Euro). Le due birre prese al bar sono costate 10 000 Aryary.

Abbiamo cominciato a leggere documenti sul Madagascar, in particolare su Tulear, dai quali si deduce che la prostituzione non è un fenomeno marginale. Molte ragazze (e famiglie), la vedono come la soluzione dei loro problemi, il modo per accedere un guadagno facile. In ogni caso, devo ammettere che dopo un po’ di tempo passato nel club, ho avuto l’impressione che molte ragazze (e uomini), fossero li davvero solo per danzare e divertirsi. Tuttavia non riusciamo a smettere di chiederci quante di loro riuscirebbero a rifiutare quei soldi facili se offerti, quante erano lì con la speranza si lavorare quella stessa notte, e non riusciamo a smettere di domandarci quali sono le storie di queste ragazze.



Augurissimi alla mia disponibilissima congata GIOVANNA e alla mitica CHIARA:
BUON COMPLEANNO!!!
Quando ci vediamo si festeggia con gli interessi!

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