I want to walk along the similar pavements locals walk through, or sometimes, eat, buy, sell and sleep. I want to see the real faces behind the superficial smiles on expensive TV commercials. I want to hear the real stories behind the grand advertisements and paid travel reviews. And in that old, slow-moving bus, I saw something that is usually invisible to luxurious travelers and even to locals confided in their narrow cities.
The Floating Market, I would say, lost its purpose of being a trading hub for merchants and goods. Don’t expect to see the normal dynamics of a market but anticipate for a rehearsed play luring tourists to pour their money on souvenirs, hence, my disappointment as a fan of protected and genuine traditions.