Rowt dang parked outside of the market. That street, to put it in appropriate terms, was mad bumpin'.
The market was a thriving hub of activity. Our group was split up into 8 teams of 2 and told to find, identify, and, in the case of the food items, buy numerous items. This proved a slightly challenging task given we have three days of Thai class under our belt and the market had seemingly myriad floors (realistically, somewhere between 4 and 6).
After successfully completing most of our tasks in the hour we were given, we meet up on the market bridge, swarming Pi Pookie.
As this picture of various tourist paraphernalia reveals, much of the clothing in the market was targeted at faraang [means "Westerner" or "guava;" I am referring to the former].
Shot from the second floor of the ground floor, packed with food vendors, which sold meats, fruits, vegetables, pastries, and [drum roll, please, to mark foreshadowing] insects.
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