Sticking It To The Cat

Finally, some pictures from Chinar. Eventually, I hope to post a lot more here, when the wireless signal at home doesn't fail me every other second. And I'll post even more on my flickr site. What? Didn't know I had a flickr account? Oops.



This is my boy Pamn. He is my grandfather's late sister's great grandson. Or my mother's cousin's grandson. I don't know what that makes him and me. Second cousins? I always forget what a second cousin actually is, and just label whoever I can't think of a second cousin. I've only met him twice, but both times he was very well-behaved adorable and wearing this shirt. I like it. Pamn. It's got attitude, challenging the authority of all the so-called 'legitimate' brands. A curse to them and a knockoff all in one. PAMN!



This is Pamn's great uncle to the left and the headless body to the right is Pamn's grandfather. And that's a whole lamb in the middle, that they brought when the whole group of them came to visit. And conveniently split right in the kitchen so the lamb would fit into the fridge. And that's blood you see, dripping on our kitchen floor. The whole splitting of the meat took less than ten minutes. These people are really, really good at their butchering. It was just one of many, many, many whole dead lambs I saw in my time in Chinar.