I love life in Asia. It’s raw, it’s real, it holds nothing back. In America we live somewhat sanitized lives. We walk into the grocery store with our neatly packaged offerings, slaughtered far away in secret. Have you ever seen a “slaughter house” sign with an arrow while driving down the road? Three months ago I was in Nepal, in a region known as the Terai, where tourists do not wander, for it is the mountains they desire. The terai is the hot, humid plains, and life there is lived without interference. I happened upon this scene while waiting for a friend to arrive back from an errand. It was a scene of normal day to day life, people gathered around a folding card table to buy and sell meat.
Once that table of meat was sold and there were plenty of customers awaiting their turn, it was then that I caught a glimpse of life as it has been told for centuries.