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journey back to Mokokchung |
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hornet grubs and bamboo shoots |
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Bill had a generous meal in this village - rice, hornet- grubs and pig's liver. He said the grubs were excellent, 'as sweet as prawns'. He then had rice and pork in three successive houses. When he got away and was striding down to the river, the storm broke and he was soon dripping with water. He found the river swollen by the rain, wilder and more ferocious than any streams he had seen. He had to cross it on eight-inch planks hanging from lashed bamboo. After that there was a wearying toil uphill and he had to breast his way through the jungle that had overgrown the path. He was so exhausted that he had to rest in the next village for half an hour and recuperate with rice beer. |
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We had the bamboo shoots for dinner tonight. They were like crisp asparagus. After today's menu Bill feels he is beginning to rival Verrier Elwin, who has dined off roast rat and red ants. |
