From a small footbridge above
An old Kurdish man browsing
Or, BUHZ-ah, as my students pronounce it and, really, they oughta know. The bazaar here is the real McCoy; it’s where the local people go to buy absolutely anything they need. From clothes to produce to electronics to live goats, chickens, carpets, cheap books from Iran…absolutely anything! There’s little need to ever go anywhere else unless you want to. Modern style malls are not really to be found here in Suli, although there are a few small ones. In Erbil (also spelled Arbil and Irbil) there are malls and all the modern comforts, if that’s what you want. Here, there are some big supermarkets and sometimes I go there, for speed and convenience but for atmosphere and fun, most weekends I go to the bazaar. Here are just a few things you can shop for.
pigeons for sale
Walnuts are a staple here; they are grown nearby, are plentiful and delicious!
My roommate, Jill, trying to figure out what things are (all labeled in Kurdish).
Outside the mosque in the bazaar, men sit with jackhammers, shoe shine kits and various things
I know it’s a bad shot with the pole in the middle but I was trying to be discreet.
This little girl is eyeing up the fancy dresses, along with the whole of Kurdistan; Nawroz (Kurdish New Year) is coming up and everyone needs (fancy and shiny for girls) new clothes.
Not sure what she’s doing here but it’s cute!
I was taking a photo of this little mannequin, just for the outfit and a young boy from inside the shop came out…
He stopped by the mannequin, posed and nodded.
Old style oven for baking bread.
Jill shopping for fresh fish.
These carts fill the streets outside.
Stuff. Guy stuff.
More stuff. Kitchen stuff and… I don’t know stuff.
The I-don’t-even-know-how-the-vendor-gets-to-his-stuff place.
Teapots and…big colourful dice?
Jody buying a carpet and me, thinking seriously about it.
And finally, we stop for a glass of tea, although I neglected to get any of the glasses in the shot. The mug you see is not typical. Strong, black and sweet – that’s how they drink it. 25 cents a glass.
And this is just a little tiny sampling of the bazaar. Every time I go I discover a new corner or lane and the discovery continues!