Pestel Morning

I woke up at three o'clock in the morning to the sound of machants coming into Pestel to set up for market day. Most of them walk for hours each Saturday to sell what little they have to support their families and buy supplies. It was the perfect day to be in Pestel. The afternoon was a complete show with flying rocks, flying bread fruit, flying pineapples, flying coconuts and sticks in the middle of the market as two guys went at it. As fruit was flying, people went running everywhere knocking over stands and jumping into their dugouts to avoid getting hit. Everything really got wild when a shot was fired into the air to stop the fight.