I understand, however, the logistics of a cow tied up in the back of a sturdy station-wagon taxi… although I’m not saying I’ve gotten used to an angry cow glowering at me from the backseat with a bloodshot eye while its massive horn is an inch from my face. Sadly I don’t have pictures of the cow on the motorbike, but here’s one of a cow going into my taxi (note: this is not a unique experience).
By the way, we also fit 7 people in the front of that car.
Speaking of odd animal placement, the pump-installation truck arrived in our village with heavy machinery, a monkey, and two live chickens in the cab. We ate the two chickens, and the monkey disappeared on the same day. I don’t know what happened to it, but I’m hoping I didn’t just think it tasted like chicken.
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