While we were in Vietnam, we rented motorbikes one afternoon. I was surprised to pass a motorbike going the other way with a huge pig on the back, behind the driver! Scott didn't see it, and when I told him about it later, I insisted that the pig had looked very much alive to me. He questioned this fact, chuckling that the driver would have trained a giant pig to balance placidly on a roaring motorbike. Okay, it was a dead pig. But it was a large, whole dead pig. On the back of a motorbike.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment