It's messy and certainly not hygienic by Japanese standards,
In terms of low prices and wide selection, it's just as good as a supermarket.
This is a gathering place for motorbikes and other vehicles used to transport customers.
I'm allowed to park my car in a small corner of that area.
A photo of me and Gigi together after a long time.
Gigi is selecting vegetables for me.
Upon entering, you'll find many shops lined up in a dimly lit corridor.
I think I understand why Gigi preferred Amagasaki Shopping Street to supermarkets in Japan.
Dried fish.
It smelled terrible, like Japanese kusaya (fermented fish), so I'll pass.
The fish on display are fresh, caught that day.
Thanks to you, I'm able to eat delicious fish every day.
The fish I always picked at the supermarket in Cebu had a chemical smell or just didn't taste very good,
It makes sense that when fish caught in Mindanao are transported by boat, they are not frozen but instead packed in ice and chemicals.
Gigi's face is completely serious as she examines the products in person.
My younger sister is watching and laughing in the background.
A scene of dinner at night.
I'm the only one who's having a Japanese meal consisting of rice, prepared by Gigi, with reduced salt, reduced oil, and mainly vegetables.
Behind them are the microwave and rice cooker that I brought from Japan. I was finally able to use them after Gigi bought me a transformer.
The dinner table, round two.
Since we have a large family, we'll eat in two sittings.
Even with this lineup, Gigi's younger brother is at La Bassoon, so we're one person short.