Our regular fish monger, the one who’s on bicycle and sells us seer fish and shrimp, hasn’t been back yet. But another fish monger, the one who’s on a motorcycle and who we originally bought fish from back in the first few months I was here, came back to the neighborhood today, yelling "Malu! Malu!" as he goes by on his motorbike.
This bodes well, at least in a limited degree. The fishing industry is up and running, at least a little bit.
Tentative optimism.
