Bus Ride to Tiger Leaping Gorge

The rooster begins to crow as we leave our hostel. In the road out of the village, we catch up to a cart with the four feet of a pig sticking up splayed to all four corners. It’s still steaming, the fatty flaps of its opened belly jiggling as the cart bumps across the paving stones. A bowl of cubed liver rests in the carcass, balanced on the backbone where all the organs used to be.

At the bus station, a taxi van is nearly ready to depart.

This story is the continuation of a series that begins here.



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Kelsey Breseman

An adventurer, woodland creature, and engineer. Currently working on data ownership models, environmental accountability, and intentional community.