Fish Market in Tokyo

This is the central fish market in Tsukiji. After a week, we'd like to become accustomed to the Japanese civility, is different: there is a rush, Toots and just working with frowns. The tourists, who are present and interfere, no time.

The couple apparently of European (or American?) Vyvolencu drove around, standing around the square meter cargo yellow lizards - and according to their view that the glass without holding in the fast speed, with sharp cutting corners went a long time, we do not have desire or courage. We are sleep-deprived and hungry because we got up for the morrow, to see the most. Fishermen returning at night and goods to be sold quickly. Tsukiji fish market is already at five in the morning in full swing.

Randomly choose nearest hangar and we enter inside. We are waiting for the smell of fish, but it can be. Fish is fresh and is issued in either live or on ice or frozen to the bone. For the moment we see and hear cutting shop ice blocks, which are also still busy. So far, we pass dozenshundreds of meters of streets lined with seafood. There's everything you've ever seen in our supermarkets, and thousands of species that have never seen before, maybe even in the picture. Just Tsukiji.

In the middle of the hangar area as big as a decent square instead of tuna. Settlement lies in the ranks, is also kind rakvickach the ice is ready for cirkularek. They described the hips incomprehensible signs, so some of them have someone review. Nowhere are no electronics, codes or card, only one Japanese doodling a few notes on paper fixou. Here in the narrow streets is less traffic, but from time to time we have some tuna snuggle up to someone around to busy to ride or run.

Depression getting to us: all this day the Japanese pull out of the sea? Fish market place almost every day except Sunday! And we saw only a part of the Tsukiji, what other ones? How long?

From a distance we hear the cry, so curiously accelerating pace. In our follow-up more perpendicular to the hangar. Between the two is a series of giant metal doors, but some are closed. Inside you can see a man standing on the podium in the middle of tuna. Gestures, the crowd screams echo around. We rejoice that we have found the famous auction hall. But hardly approach the gate, there is a policeman and shakes us. Speak English is not possible, at least show him that the cameras hide. Commanding gesture refers us back to the interior hall explored. Totally confused love each other. What's happeningwhy there must not? Organised there something forbidden - Auctions perhaps whales? The interface between the two hangars is the best advice on the war, leading the busiest communications move. Rather, we withdraw the no-brand tuna. Let's hiding behind a circular piece on and then makes another attempt to penetrate. But a cop with a sly Europeans and their experience is watching us from afar. Frantically whistling. And we finally give up.

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