We had a mostly gray week of watching for weather to sail down to the Banda islands. The anchorage off the main town was much more flat and secure, so we had a comfortable place to wait and felt in no hurry.
Saturday is the big market day. Best to go early! I was hoping to score some chicken… the earlier you buy, the fewer flies come with your purchase. Siobhan tagged along and caused quite a stir.
This lady decided to kidnap her and show her off to friends. All in good fun.

Everyone is always watching Siobhan.

I just like watching all the market goods: like these gorgeous chilies, and the mountains of sago.

Most days, the village was a lot slower, and a lot sleepier.

Dried cloves in a shop wait to be packed and shipped.

A small warung, the ubiquitous little restaurants of just a few tables (or even just one).

Salt for sale.
