Flea Market

Joey and I went to the Flea Market last week to sell items we no longer wanted or needed, *ahem* our junk *ahem*. One man's junk is another man's treasure - and boy, is that right!

The flea market is held every weekend at different bases - this particular weekend was at Camp Courtney from 7am to 10am. It was early, but it's better than being out in the sun from 9am to 12pm when it's held at other bases.

We arrived shortly after 6am and there already were two long lines - one for the sellers and one for the buyers. The flea market is open the locals, and let me tell you, they like bargaining!

We were placed at the corner end lot and originally thought it was a bad location. We were wrong! It was a prime location because the Japanese came running, literally, from our corner. We were ambushed!

This is what we started with.

We just wanted to get rid of everything and priced most items between 100Y to 300Y (that's around $1 to $3). Even with those cheap prices, the locals still tried to bargain. It's alright, because we ended up profiting much more than expected!

I couldn't get an "after picture" of our items because the rain came quickly at 9am, so Joey and I packed what was left, about 25% of what we started with, and drove off. It was a good experience and I wouldn't mind doing another flea market.