Another view of the market.

Mobile Blogging – Hadapsar Market

Laura and Purazar about to take a ride on a motorcycle that belongs to a cousin. Taken the night before going to the market. The motorcycle is 125cc.

Laura and Purazar about to take a ride on a motorcycle that belongs to a cousin. It is 125cc.

We went to the market near the apartment called Hadapsar Market. There were many vendors and shoppers – and just as many smells. We visited the stalls selling fruits, then vegetables, then spices. Some vendors were friendly, some were shy, some were pushy. When people saw our cameras, they asked if we would take their picture. If we wanted theirs, we would ask and most of the time they would say yes and put on a big smile. One woman selling us fruits, nodded that I could take her picture then thanked me. When she learned from us that the strawberry guy a few stalls down wouldn’t negotiate his price, she started to haggle with him for us. She did so by standing and yelling at him in Marathi (the local language of Maharashtra – the state/province that we are in).

A view of the market. The stalls are more open concept than the markets we've seen in Canada. The woman in yellow in the bottom right is the woman from my story who haggled with the strawberry guy for us.

A view of the market. The stalls are more open concept than the markets we’ve seen in Canada. The woman in yellow in the bottom right is the woman from my story who haggled with the strawberry guy for us.

Another view of the market.

Another view of the market.

Another vendor who wanted his picture taken. Look at all the colourful spices!

Another vendor who wanted his picture taken. Look at all the colourful spices!

A vendor selling bananas that wanted his picture taken. The bananas here are very tasty.

A vendor selling bananas that wanted his picture taken. The bananas here are very tasty.

A group of men who wanted their picture taken. Purazar's dad wanted to be in it as well so ran over in the middle of paying for bananas.

A group of men who wanted their picture taken. Purazar’s dad wanted to be in it as well so ran over in the middle of paying for bananas.

An elderly lady sorts through chilies to be placed with the chillies for sale (the pile you see in the bottom left of the picture.

An elderly lady sorts through chilies to be placed with the chillies for sale (the pile you see in the bottom left of the picture.

 

Just like in Canada, vehicles break down. It seems to happen here not because of cold weather like Canada but because people get every kilometre out of them. The other day we saw a bus being pushed by a group of men (passengers who got down to help get it out of traffic). There was a long line of cars, motorcycles, rickshaws, and trucks behind them.

Purazar and his dad Vispi push start an uncle's car. I was helping but I stopped helping in order to take the picture. The car is not broken down, like the bus I saw being pushed by its passengers.

Purazar and his dad Vispi push start an uncle’s car. I was helping but I stopped helping in order to take the picture. The car is not broken down, like the bus I saw being pushed by its passengers.

2 replies
  1. Greg Ferris
    Greg Ferris says:

    Hi Laura and Purazar. Thank you for the blogs, and the photos. Laura as your proud and protective Dad, I need to ask – do they not have motorcycle helmets in India ? Why do people want their photos taken? The mall looked huge. I am happy that you are having fun. Love Dad/Greg

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    • Purazar
      Purazar says:

      Hi dad! Yes, India has helmets. Posing for pictures is better without helmets. Interesting fact: I’ve learned that each state has different laws about whether or not the driver has to wear a helmet.
      People want their photos taken because not a lot of people walk around the market with cameras, so it is exciting.
      Thanks for leaving comments! They are fun to read.

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