We got out the door early this morning (6AM) to check out the fish market. This is the place where the night’s fish catch is auctioned off to wholesalers all over the country. 6AM turned out to be too late to see the tuna auction, but we caught the aftermath:
I took many photos trying to convey the vastness of this building, but there’s no way to capture it without a blimp. I have no idea how large it actually is, but here are some statistics are on wikipedia. Everything vanished off into the distance. I’m not clear on why rubes like us are allowed to walk around in there, but the forklift drivers were kind enough not to run us over.
I didn’t take any photos of the whale-butcher — my guess is he probably gets more attention than he really cares for.
And, a technological miracle unfolds: this place does not stink! So much so that there are restaurants immediately next door where we were able to eat a fish breakfast without suffering any misgivings.
