Sunday, March 31, 2013
Once he and his Warlord friend and some of his men went fishing on an amphibian. When they got to the spot where they wanted to fish, the men and the warlord took out sticks of dynamite or maybe grenades and threw them into the water. This stunned the fish and they would then get into the water and just pick up the fish.
Other times they would go duck hunting and this is how they did it. After arriving at just they right spot, they would walk quite a distance to get to where the ducks were. They would be wearing waterproof suits and would then wade out into the lake. They would go underwater with a long reed in their mouth through which they would breath air. As they passed under the ducks, they would grab them by the legs, pull them under the water and wring their necks. This is not the kind of fishing my Dad loved, but he did enjoy his time with his friends.
Whenever George, my Dad, would go to visit his friend the Warlord, he would always be treated to a special meal. Often the meal would include a very special "treat" that was unusual to the white man. They ate all sorts of insects, snakes, and other various "delicacies". My Dad said that he could eat just about anything they gave him except for one time. They were sitting around in the tent talking, smoking, and eating. At the end of the meal they were to have a special treat. The servants brought in a round table with a small hole cut out of the middle of it. The men gathered around the table and waited excitedly for their treat. The servants then brought in a live monkey which they had tied up. They then put the monkey under the table with the head sticking up through the hole. (stop reading if you don't want to read the graphic next step)
The next step was to smash the head of the screaming monkey with a wooden mallet. The skull was then removed and the men ate the still warm brains. My Father said he could not handle that. He had to make a quick run out of the tent where he was sick to his stomach.
Saturday, March 30, 2013
There is a little Chinatown here in Montreal not too far from us. It has little grocery stores, lots of souvenir shops, and lots of restaurants. We ate at a super yummy Chinese buffet. We both really like it a lot and have been there a couple of times already.
Friday, March 29, 2013
These mausoleums look small in the photos, but in reality they are very large.
Just a photo of the contrast of old buildings and new ones right next to each other that we saw on the way back to our apartment. Our apartment is actually not far from here at all, just about a 10 minute drive in traffic.