on November 10, 2004
We unfortunately happened upon a skinned (dead) greyhound strung up in a tree beside the main road, and turned our heads away in disgust as the vendor roasted the dog with a blowtorch, while hungry patrons looked on.
Still, this is what cultural differences are all about, isn't it? A "member of the family" to one is a "meal on the table" to another. Who are we to judge. We eat CHEESE, for chrissake!
My favourite dish is pekinese. But they won't cook it for me.
Pekinese are PETS.
Loaded buses will stop dead in the middle of the street to avoid running over a tiny pekinese who wants to walk on the road.
Maybe there's not enough meat on a pekinese to bother about? I dunno.
on February 12, 2006
on November 30, 2004
