Tuesday, 1 April 2008
The never ending market. Memories of Vietnam
The market was and is a necessary part of life. One's maid or wife went to the market every day. Food was always fresh, chickens and fish usually alive. Food was very difficult to keep and refrigerators rare. When I lived up country off base my maid would buy ice each day from the ice man who would cycle around with a big cube of ice selling off portions here and there. What wasn't used was buried to help it keep. Ice was put in the beer.
I read that some enterprising Vietnamese in the highlands set up a business driving a truckload of ice to isolated American bases. He was shot dead by the Vietcong one day. Such was the price of success.