We leave the dried shrimp lady and walk a little further, the aromas are beginning to make my nose itch. Not many tourist stop in Hinthada we have already became "celebrities" as word gets around that their are two whities in the market taking photos. I ''talk" and laugh with some of the women, some hide their faces as I show them the camera, some giggle like children. I am having a lovely morning and I'm not only halfway round yet. Encouraged by her friends she pulls her vest around her shoulders while I take her photo, her fish paste is so pungent by now I am beginning to sneeze and the dried fish stall is next to her.