You’ve been spared a rant today. It was going to be my first official on-line rant ever, and I was getting geared up and really looking forward to it until I realised that it’s Saturday. Saturdays are not rant days in my book, Monday – Friday yes, but Saturday no, Sunday no.
So, rather than clambering up onto my cyber soap box and having a good belly ache about all matters which are pissing me off, I thought that I’d let you off the hook, which sadly was not the fate of the fish down at the fish market in Jimbaran where I ended up spending my morning.
I love going to all types of markets but this one in Jimbaran was an extra special treat. I’ve never seen so many different varieties of fish in my life. Every conceivable colour, shape, size, pattern, all caught just a few hours ago. If I’d known what a feast for the eyes it was going to be I would have bought my camera, but at least I could use my phone to take pictures as I wandererd between the stalls and watched as men and woman came and went with heavy boxes of ice, buckets of newly caught fish, boys struggling with huge, slippery tuna, sleepy stall holders napping. There were small groups of teenagers peeling mountains of prawns whilst others sharpened knives ready to fillet fish for the restaurants just a few metres away on the beach.
Considering there were so many fish to chose from, and many exotic to boot, I ended up being desperately unadventurous and bought a kilo of large prawns and a whole small tuna. The tuna was dextrously boned and cut into 6 steaks for us to take home. As we left the market, I noticed fish that had been put up on the asbestos roofs to dry in the sun and an enterprising young man by the car park had got a barbeque going and was grilling fish and cooking a huge vat of sambal over the charcoals. The smell practically drove me crazy.
As I sit writing this, the barbeque is going and 10 juicy prawns are cooking on it. No prizes guessing what we are having tonight! Happy weekend all.