Buying decent undies when overseas is one issue many expat gals struggle with. It’s often a top of the list shopping item when heading home on home leave. In parts of the Far East you might be met with “Sorry madame, we don’t have extra big size for you”. In more remote places or less developed places the things you want simply aren’t available or maybe they are, but the prices are eye watering because they are imported.
We lived in Istanbul before moving to Johannesburg and there were a number of weekly local markets called Pazaris. These were places where locals (and expats) would go to buy spices, beach towels, table linen, cheap t-shirts for the kids and underwear (okay, this is probably not where expats would buy their underwear, but we’d enjoy haggling for some of the other items).
I noticed quite quickly that the stalls, selling bras and knickers, were almost always manned…by men.
Generally the bras were stacked cups pointing upwards or fetchingly pegged out on view above the stall.