Pig

It is always a pleasure to travel far from home and meet an old friend. So it transpired a few hours after landing in Siem Reap, as we ventured into the "Floating Village" of Chong Kneas. My first brush, figuratively speaking, with the local fauna. Pig!

But if one of the most intelligent mammals hangs out somewhere, surely there must be something to it (this is called the engineer's fallacy). So, despite my preternatural ability to drown, I ventured onto the rickety boat. Snippet of ensuing conversation:

A: So where is the bathroom for all these villagers?
Guide: Why, we are floating on it!
Me (sotto voce): Ignorance certainly is bliss.

They said in b-school, always carry an updated resume. Forget about it. Always be current on your tetanus shot and pump yourself with antibiotics procured from questionable sources, I say.

A little later, we disembarked onto a little tourist-y outpost in the waters. Fish farm! People were throwing food, causing fish to excitedly splash about in a little fish pen. Like Spock meeting the Klingons, I ventured impassively closer. There was a big pile of what seemed like sh*t. With a wooden ladle, as cunning a delivery mechanism as any. Fish food!

The tree huggers are so right. What goes around really comes around. Watch out, Whole Foods.