I often see this old woman with her cart:

I also often see an old man with his cart plying the same route everyday getting boxes from a nearby supermarket.

There’s this mentally-challenged man who also carries his own cart and oftentimes stops other men, mostly policemen, to adjust or fix a part of his cart. His cart always looks it is need of fixing. And as always, those who were being asked were good sports about it. The privilege of a challenged mind? Nevertheless, you see a display of good human nature.

Winter, spring, summer or fall. I wonder, how could life be when at an old age, your every day is defined by the pulling and pushing of carts?

These are not the cart vendors that we commonly see in jam-packed shopping areas where you just buy the street food that you want and walk away munching them. These cart vendors have stools or benches around them where people could actually eat and drink until the wee hours of the morning.

These cart vendors usually go to their respective stations around four to five o’clock in the afternoon to set up their cart. The folded part at the top serves as a roof extension. The covered part is where the raw ingredients are displayed and they usually cook the dish while the customers wait with a beer or a soju already in their hands:-).

A street reserved for these vendors look like this:

I don’t take good pictures but, yeah, let your imagination work with four to five carts along that street:-).

What happens during winter? Ohhh… these carts have their own heaters. Nobody goes out of business!

What fascinates me about these vendors is their discipline to keep their area clean even after all the cooking and the drinking. As soon as they leave the area, it becomes as clean as they were before the carts were there. Incredible discipline.