horse
Shifting gears away from the games, my reporter, Jim and I set out to shoot a story down at the downtown market. It's a gigantic indoor/outdoor market with hundreds of produce vendors, and all sorts of crazy stuff. I maneuvered my way through hundreds of elderly ladies in fur coats, and shot a bunch of wild stuff.
For example: the horse meat vendor.

I watched in awe as this skillful, little dude just carved the hell of out that horse carcass. Our translator told us that the old lady next to us was worried we were trying to cut in front of her. Apparently, she had been waiting for over an hour so she could get the best cuts of horse.
The place was a real eye-opener. There was a ton of other interesting things to see, some of which I plan on having wiped from my memory whenever the technology is made readily available.
Also, after seeing all the dead goats and sausages hanging from giant hooks at every turn, I wasn't the least bit surprised when I saw these [below] hanging in the market as well.

Scary, and yet somewhat delicious looking.
For example: the horse meat vendor.

I watched in awe as this skillful, little dude just carved the hell of out that horse carcass. Our translator told us that the old lady next to us was worried we were trying to cut in front of her. Apparently, she had been waiting for over an hour so she could get the best cuts of horse.
The place was a real eye-opener. There was a ton of other interesting things to see, some of which I plan on having wiped from my memory whenever the technology is made readily available.
Also, after seeing all the dead goats and sausages hanging from giant hooks at every turn, I wasn't the least bit surprised when I saw these [below] hanging in the market as well.

Scary, and yet somewhat delicious looking.






2 Comments:
Yipes- LOL!
I agree with those guys comments- You deserve one of them harddrive lookin' medals yourself!
Haha, well at least you knew it was a horse! I remember this one time we got a shipment of rabbit from china of a places... Let me just tell you one thing about a skinned rabbit--it looks just like a skinned cat (don't ask...), which is why they usually leave the feet on so you can identify yourself whether it is a rabbit or not. No such guarantee was in store for us that day in the kitchen... I will say this though, if it was indeed a cat, then it was a freaking delicious cat at that!
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