She assembles the sliced meat as the orders come. Take a note on the little girl sitting at the far right hand corner of this pic.
A constant crowd waiting to be served.
And this bunch that crawled out of bed at the ungodly hour of 7am on a Sunday, waiting patiently for their chow.
The stall is amidst the most natural setting of huge trees and vegetation by the side of a river. The aroma of a good soup coupled with this natural ambience make you grateful to be alive.
The old dilapidated and new hanging bridges side by side.
Remember the girl in the earlier pic? She helps clear the table, put all the used utensils in a pail (with at least seven to eight ceramic bowls!) and carries them to the wash. Hardly eight years old.
One of the five or six stalls in this mini Sunday tamu (weekly market), smallest that we know.
This particular tamu, I suspect, is all about the pork soup.