Fresh Meat

After just under a day in India the thing that has struck me most is the meat market. This area occupies about 100m by 50m but you can smell it from almost double that distance. It doubles as a butchery and a slaughterhouse but walking through a street covered in fresh blood and screaming animals is just so different from anything I've seen. To Indians it's part of daily life and to a country which has so many living on nothing this visual display of animal suffering doesn't seem to be so much of an issue- animals live animals die, and according to Hinduism they'll all come back in some form or another, no harm done. When a man in the middle of slicing up something that looked suspiciously like dog asked me what was wrong it was hard to put it to one thing. Tiredness, homesickness and culture shock is in the picture but I guess this will change as the trip does. To India we're only fresh meat.

Fletcher