Water melon salesmanA watermelon vendor is slowing down the traffic, in a Skopje-suburban street.

When in season, in August, they are everywhere. They are tractor, car, or horse-borne, they are on the roads, the hilly residential streets, in major intersections, in public places and outside your window several times a day. Interrupting your nap or afternoon coffee with his ​​shouting: "AJDE BOSTAN!!" (kom on, buy watermelon). Sometimes it works like the Swedish icecream car's signal - it make you snatch a few cents, and runs out, for shortly thereafter, satisfied and 50 cent poorer, come dragging on a mega melon, which you can not possibly eat before it spoils. The beginner, like me,  of course has no idea how to quality check it by tapping on the shell, and therefore risks to come home with one with white and tasteless flesh. While the salesman contented chugging down the street with his battle cry.

Here: Skopje suburban Lisice.