24th December 2011 - 14 January 2012
24.12.2011 - 14.01.2012
Going against an unfortunate recommendation to avoid Zebu, that’s pretty much what we ate. Zebu is just a misleading name for what look like Nguni cows or the sacred herds in India (from which they are actually descended). They taste fine, if not a little more precise. A Zebu brochette (skewer) with Pomme Fritte (fries) is the safest option and generally quite satisfying (unless it’s yesterday). Otherwise, if you’re me, you’ll eat copious amounts of Cantonnais (I presume Cantonese) rice i.e. fried rice with veggies and your choice of Poulet (not recommended), Zebu, Porc or Crevettes (we are not on the coast), and at times, My Sao, a version of Chinese noodles.
The pizza is disagreeable, we had too much everything-in-tomato-broth on the dhow to opt for Malagassy food and our first three days of solid baguettes and Laughing Cow meant that this option got exhausted.
I have been sick. It’s still a mystery as to its source, but seeing the Zebu at the “Butcher Shops” does make me slightly suspicious. I just pretend that even in the smallest towns, in a country where electricity is an absolute luxury and fridges are as valuable as Zebu, that my Zebu or beef was stored somewhere cold until I ate it and not in a kiosk-style store on the side of the road, covered in flies and fermenting in sticky heat.