It’s hot. Make-you-wanna-slap-your-daddy-hot. It’s busy. Make-you-wanna-slap-your-daddy-busy. The stink of the dried fish stalls slaps you in the face so hard it makes you, in turn, wanna slap your daddy in the face…so hard.
Welcome to Siaton Public Market! My mama’s hometown. 25 miles west of The City of Gentle People, Dumaguete. Where everything is so over-the-top fresh it makes you want to connect the palm of your hand to the fleshy part of your old man’s mug. For reals. I haven’t seen anything this fresh since I checked my bad self out in the mirror this morning. Yup. It’s like dat!