Each vendor worked like a machine, young men (mostly dressed in football uniforms) packaged the fish while others would run the boxes to load the trucks. The accountants counted how much money they made during the early hours. The men and women I interacted with, were friendly and kind enough to let me watch the process of buying and selling fish. As the market slowly mellowed down and locals started to get ready for the day, many of the workers who stayed up late fell asleep like dead fish. If only you could see smells you'd get a full sense of this place.