chrisdafox
the fish trader
my fascination for food was always there, ever since i was kid. i remember watch our family cooks work together with my grandmothers as they prepared our family feasts during festivals. eventually as i got older, my interest in food made me venture out to other cuisines. which makes the tsukiji fish market one of the reasons i wanted to visit tokyo in the first place.
i explored the market, not wanting to disturb the organised chaos that ensued. strange vehicles zooming in and out,, with the days catch in tow. i would watch the fish mongers work on the fish which such skill and dexterity, it was amazing. but as i eagerly observed the men at work, this gentleman looks at me and says "filipino?" to which i reply "yes, sir." he smiles, then suddenly starts speaking to me in my native tongue of tagalog.
he revealed that he was a fish trader, and that he lived in manila where his wife also lived. he would fly in and out of japan to import fish from the market and supplied some of the top restaurants in the metro. we chat for a few minutes, and expressed my amazement of the market and tokyo itself. we shake hands, but before i say goodbye tells me "don't tell me you're going to leave without taking a photo of me and this handsome bastard here behind me?" so i oblige, take the photo, smile and wave goodbye.
oh tokyo.
the fish trader
my fascination for food was always there, ever since i was kid. i remember watch our family cooks work together with my grandmothers as they prepared our family feasts during festivals. eventually as i got older, my interest in food made me venture out to other cuisines. which makes the tsukiji fish market one of the reasons i wanted to visit tokyo in the first place.
i explored the market, not wanting to disturb the organised chaos that ensued. strange vehicles zooming in and out,, with the days catch in tow. i would watch the fish mongers work on the fish which such skill and dexterity, it was amazing. but as i eagerly observed the men at work, this gentleman looks at me and says "filipino?" to which i reply "yes, sir." he smiles, then suddenly starts speaking to me in my native tongue of tagalog.
he revealed that he was a fish trader, and that he lived in manila where his wife also lived. he would fly in and out of japan to import fish from the market and supplied some of the top restaurants in the metro. we chat for a few minutes, and expressed my amazement of the market and tokyo itself. we shake hands, but before i say goodbye tells me "don't tell me you're going to leave without taking a photo of me and this handsome bastard here behind me?" so i oblige, take the photo, smile and wave goodbye.
oh tokyo.