First, they have tons of food vendors and a lot of them sell baskets or bags of their products for 10 euros. Basically they start filling the baskets, and if no one comes forward to buy they add more and more products until someone bites. I couldn't resist and went for one of the fruit baskets, figuring the basket itself was worth a few euros to me. I was so excited with our haul!
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| That's right, we got a basket of fruit AND a box for 10 euros. 2 melons, a pineapple, 4 containers of little plums, 2 containers of nectarines, a ton of bananas, some apples, and two huge bunches of grapes. Heaven. We also traded with some Germans to get some grapefruit. |
All that fruit is definitely my idea of a good time, but there was one small problem: we're not allowed to bring fresh fruit on the ship. We bought the basket around 10am, on-ship time was 6pm. So we had 8 hours to make a ton of fruit disappear.
First step was to head to the fish market's beer hall and dance floor. That's right, the fish market hosts a crazy party with a Rockabilly band, beer for sale starting at 5:30am, and tons of middle aged and older people dancing up a storm.
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| Yes, that is an elderly woman on the dance floor rocking a cane and a multicolored mohawk wig. Just like Sunday mornings back home. |
We ran into a bunch of Semester at Sea-ers there and got rid of some of the fruit, later we deposited some bananas on some homeless peoples' blankets, but it was getting late and we still had tons left, including a prized pineapple. Oh, and no knife. And so, under a bridge, near major tourist attractions, my manly husband used HIS BARE HANDS to open the pineapple. Then, dripping juice and with pineapple in his hair, he fed it to me as tourists stared. And who says romance is dead?
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| Rrrraaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! |
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| Success! |
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