Here is a picture of the chickens. He has about 15 chickens hanging from his handle bars. They have caught onto the fact that I am not a true vegetarian here. Busted. I had to confess that I could not get this image out of my head.
I have gotten a lot of questions about what I have been eating. For the first month it was pretty much nothing. Chips and a coke. Thank god for Lays. After the first month, I started to become a little more daring. It is funny how hunger can make that happen. Although I will say I am full on back into being a vegetarian. No question. I just cannot shake the visual of the man in the street holding 2 live chickens upside down by the legs in each hand. Or the live goats tied down on the back of the bike. I saw a goat fall off of the back of a bike yesterday. Very disturbing. Good thing I am not an animal rights activist or I would go crazy here. So, no meat for me here. I have been surviving on ramen noodles and a roll they call an Obama. I have a new appreciation for Obama. Love him or hate him, I am loving him here. I might come home looking like Kate Moss if it were not for these Obamas.
When I am daring, I eat Nsima. It it made from corn that is ground down to a flour and then boiled in water. It comes out looking like piles of Play-doe and tastes something like cardboard. You take pieces of it off an use it to each the veggies and beans. All with your hands. It has not been the easiest thing for me. Both mentally and physically challenging. The one good thing is I probably eat about a quarter of what I would at home because it just gets too hard to pick up the food with your hands. I usually give up half way through. Thank god for Lays chips, Obamas and coca-cola.
I will post a picture when I have a better connection. It has been frustrating the last week. As they say, TIA, This is Africa. Ho hum.
