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.