Monday, February 04, 2013

Warm nights

Gentle breezes, lanterns lighting the streets, fresh street food, the quieter streets at night make it pleasant. Then roaring down the street comes a noisy truck jerking and rocking full of pigs. It stops nearby. A man hangs from the bars of the cage and kicks the pigs out on the pavement. They are moved into the house through the front door. They squeal. I make decision I won't eat pig in Vietnam anymore. I had stopped eating it in Austrslia. I justified eating it here because of the smaller farms, free range, locally reared etcetc. Now I just feel sick as I polish of my green papaya mint salad topped with grilled dried squid. Delicious. But an animal...

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