The bustling activity was evident as I walked closer to the street market. The heat of the summer sun was unbearable and just as unforgiving. The humid stench of salt and fish filled the air which repulsed me so that I was constantly feeling as if I was going to puke. I thought I would soon get used to it, but little did I know that to accomplish that would be impossible. I walked closer and closer and I could see the the ground littered with bits and pieces of vegetables.