Every second Friday for the last two months I have been visiting the produce market at Flemington with my friend Ang who is a former Chinese Calligraphy student of mine at MOSAIC, where I teach as a volunteer tutor.
Rain, hail or shine, Ang comes to pick me up at 8:45 a.m. and delivers me home, laden with fruit and vegetables that would last me the fortnight. I have spoken of volunteer work being rewarding; well, Ang is one of the greatest reward. Not only was he my best student, he has become a good friend.
I am living with an incurable cancer and I do not have a car so shopping can be draining. With Ang’s help, this chore has become a stimulating and enjoyable outing. I am also eating healthier, simply prepared meals.
The market is full of action. Forklifts zoom about at speed, somehow avoiding collisions with each other and missing shoppers.
If you don’t like fruit and vegetables you can opt for a giant donut.
There are exotics like custard apples and lotus roots and things that I’ve never seen. You might think you’re in Asia or the Middle East.
After we loaded the car with purchases Ang and I would walk to the other side of Flemington for lunch, with Ang at the heavy end of a shopping trolley up the stairs of the overhead bridge. Not mine – there’s always an old lady standing at the foot of the bridge with her shopping, waiting patiently for a good Samaritan (aka Ang).