Woke up at 5 am to slosh around the St John’s Fish Market today. Man i love this job. The floor is slipper deep in fish blood, dirty water and slime. People walk around in gum-boots while all i could do was feebly roll up my pants. The Smells (yes, that’s capitalized) are an acquired taste.
They are moving the fish market to a modern complex in Peliyagoda. Which is met with bemused astonishment by most of the people there. St John’s has been around for more than a century and it has a proud colonial heritage full of ice boxes, lobsters and slightly ageing prawns.
I narrowly avoided a cascading stream of diluted fish blood (they just throw it on the floor) and tried to talk to a customer. Me and the poor lady then both got nicely scolded for blocking the path. The place supports a large number of jobs and has built up scale economies like you wouldn’t believe. They are so used to doing things in a set way that they can’t imagine just up and leaving. More on that in the Sunday Leader this week.
They’ve also got a sick sense of style
pic by Indi
It’s quite a buzz. Try and go before they move. More pics here.
|St Johns Fish Market|