On Saturday it was boiled pig fat and chicken feet for lunch in the village. Chicken feet are ok once you get past the image of them being attached to their owners. Still not my favorite.
Sunday was a 9 hour drive to my friend's village. Up and down switchbacks,
across foot bridges,
and a raft across the river.
Then we spend Christmas Eve eating pig fat, chicken insides, and blood sausage for 3 ginormous meals. (I have no pictures of these...)
Then Christmas day was spent in the van, driving back up those switchbacks after crossing the river again.
When I finally got back to the city, my American friends had not waited for me. So the food was cold and there were hardly and mashed potatoes left. I had unreasonably gotten my hopes up that they would wait for me.
All in all, a good weekend. Just a little tired.
People gave me Reese's Peanut Butter Cups as a gift. Now I have more than I'll be able to eat in the next 10 months. I'll have to start giving some away.