From a world of sanitised conformity (you can substitute sterile for sanitised if you wish) to a place where they are too busy living life to be bothered with all that sort of thing, is as refreshing as a waterfall, as a breath of sea air, as an unshackling after being held.
Flavours, sounds, smells, all seem more vivid, more vibrant, more…alive, free, intimate and yet all encompassing. It’s very special indeed.
Did you know that dead chicken skin is yellow? Not grey. Not a special corn-fed organic over priced chicken. Just normal on the market chicken…a rich egg yolk yellow. Did you know that chicken has a flavour? Not some chemically enhanced coated chicken, just a plain roasted chicken that’s bursting with taste.
I had lunch today for 40 cents. Two skirt steak tacos, with all of the salsas and chilli sauces. I drank 70 cents worth of chilled fresh coconut milk…delicious.