hello guys,
the tropics are treating me well. don't even mind the hourly waves of new mosquito bites.
i want to say to everyone, your posts are great. each time i finish one i feel that i have worlds to write back. but blogs are blogs and i guess they are a bit impersonal by nature (and that has its own charm no doubt) so i will restrain from treating each post like it is my last chance ever to respond to a weighty message meant for my eyes only. just know that i could.
anyway, there is not much that is more exciting than walking these streets here. down the meat market streets during the day - it is hard to imagine how efficiently one can kill a chicken until you see it. you can just be strolling along, not at all expecting to witness how meat actually becomes meat, when the flapping of wings and bird sounds come with the single crunch of the neck. then the once-chicken is chopped, defeathered, bagged and handed over. one moment squawking and the next being digested by stomach acids. fresh produce.
night markets are less carnal. well, carnal in a different way maybe, but no loose chicken feathers. actually, maybe still loose chicken feathers? hard to know how these asians get down sometimes. in either case! night markets are fun because the night people come out, the young people that don't have to slave all day kneading dough or snapping chicken necks (i haven't even mentioned the pigs.) sometimes these people have spirit and they are fun to watch.
i do need to let my sister use the internet before she doesn't have a chance. lottery tickets start selling rapidly after a certain time of day and the computer will be needed (uncle/grandma's business.)
love,
jess
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