Piquancy for Fodder

Here are a few piquant anecdotes as yours to savor:

At the commencement of our most recent site visit on Thursday, which we are now returning from, the last leg of our travel (the crossing of a river thirty meters in breadth and two in depth at the midpoint of the five kilometer span between our community and its most adjacent neighbor) came to be defined in our redressing of an otherwise botched effort of a bovine transiting straight truck to traverse the same waters in the opposing direction.
It was none less than providence for this less than fortunate fellow whose weighty passengers had spelled his fate that we (Your authors as well as our community’s mayor and his lieutenant in his mid-sized pick-up) as well as a well inebriated horseman happened upon his circumstances. In short strident form the horseman took to loading the hoofed passengers and returning them to whence they had come while seamlessly maintaining aimless inaudible small talk as we, concurrently hitched the unoccupied vehicle to our, allowing now for a successful river crossing. At this, the ordeal was over and all parties resumed their original business. It is our expectation that this none to far from the fold of experiences that we will be audience to in forthcoming chapter of our sojourn.

More briefly enjoy that:

We have yet to dispose of toilet paper in the toilet, needing instead to dispose of our spent, soiled tissue in a trash bin, due to poor water pressure, and that this is emptied only we full of siblings. Expect as well that when said trash bin is emptied, its subsequent home is either a small scale landfill adjacent to one’s home or to be burned. Curiously, the practice of soiled tissue escaping the soiling cavity is transcendent and has carried over to outdoor latrines!?

Hot showers are nearing the realm of mythology as we have only indulged ourselves with such luxury on only two occasions since our arrival here.

It has been discovered by Brandon that the eyes of a fried fish taste deliciously like cooked spinach.

Due to absence and infrequency, we have acknowledged that we have an acute Pavlovian response to the sight of foods containing colors, especially primary colors, as our diet has been otherwise defined by starches in perpetuity whose family of color have failed to breach yellows, browns and whites.

Smiling and nodding is an entirely acceptable manner carry on small talk, native or not.

Your lower lip can serve as an excellent satchel three to five recently expired uncooked hermit crab tails that you intend to use as fish bait.

Without fail . . . expect more to come . . .