We had a little of a late start due to the cold weather but arrived at Salamanca by 10.30 am.
After parking within one of the empty wharf buildings we joined the throngs of locals and visitors who attend this infamous market place. We pushed and twisted ourselves among the stalls – some of which offered for sale - foodstuffs, wood carving, glassware, knitted craft, clothing, dried and fresh fruits, jewellery, trinkets, folk art etc. Whilst there I phoned and caught up with a Tasmanian friend Clare Elliss who joined us at the markets for a coffee. We chatted about their life and travels since they left Perth some 5 years ago. We all sat in the Sun and enjoyed the passing parade of tourists.
The buskers at the market were truly varied with one Japanese lady on her traditional “lyre type instrument?” accompanied by a young Aussie playing his clarinet. There was also a South American type band as well as young folk on guitars and keyboards. The sounds and smells are cosmopolitan to say the least.
A very tired and footsore group headed home after a quick lunch. A quick phone call to brother (No. 2) Stephen found him in the city (killing time whilst Karen was busy sewing) so we picked him up on the way and headed home to meet Tamara (Sarah’s cousin) who was meeting us there. Karen and her daughter Sarah also met us there so we could catch up before heading off on our next leg of our trip.
We stopped at the best Fish and Chip Shop in Glenorchy and bought enough fish and chips for 8 of us. It was quite a long wait unfortunately but we had so much when we got home that we were all stuffed and very satisfied.