I was walking in the middle of a narrow stream on the edge
of a tropical forest with a group of brothers who had been hunting iguana. They'd been successful and wanted to
share. After I stopped laughing, I told
them they could have my portion.
People eat the strangest things here. Strange, to me - not to them. When I first went to a fish market, the
vendor teased me because I said I didn't want the eyes of the snapper, nor the
head. "Lone fillet? You miss the
best part, lady."
I've also been offered and eaten: cow foot soup, pea soup
with pigtail, shark, and gibnut – which is also known as "the royal
rat" because it was served to the queen when she was here during the last
century.
They tell me iguana taste like chicken. I still don't know
what part I like best.
