We spent last weekend in a small town called Otavalo where we engaged in activities that ranged from lounging around in the luxurious home of a nice woman that Jenny met on the plane trip home in December (and who let us stay there for free) to watching 3 foot indigenous women drag 500 pound pigs across a busy street to a large animal market. The town was cool, traditional, but small enough to see in a morning. The main draw was this woman´s vacation home, where we just chilled out, cooked, and enjoyed the roof-top balcony view pictured below. The bonus was the early morning animal trading- also pictured below. Many things were seen on this fine day, some welcomed, some a little shocking.
After eating many a cuy, we were curious to see what these greasy, chicken like tasting animals looked like alive. We have seen the charcoaled version stretched over a spit, but never the live version. It turns out that they are just really just chubby hamsters which are handled and sold like apples- grabbed, waven, and thrown into bags by the dozen. Apparently, there is a reason why they uphold the mystery standard in ¨mystery meat.¨
After eating many a cuy, we were curious to see what these greasy, chicken like tasting animals looked like alive. We have seen the charcoaled version stretched over a spit, but never the live version. It turns out that they are just really just chubby hamsters which are handled and sold like apples- grabbed, waven, and thrown into bags by the dozen. Apparently, there is a reason why they uphold the mystery standard in ¨mystery meat.¨
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