The brown juice on the left is spit. The whole city is covered with it. Brown teeth are the result of chewing betel nuts. Although it looks peaceful, I needed five bodyguards to watch my back.
A chicken market (not a very nice smell!), but the real business here is betel nuts. Three generations are trying to sell the mildly intoxicating nut to locals and tourists. You can see how they are teasing me by showing me the rear ends of their chickens.