Carnival of Carnivorous Carnage

Wherever we've been and met someone who's travelled to Argentina, they've always recommended the meat. Meat to us is every animal put together but to them, it's the cow, the whole cow and nothing but the cow.



Australians like a good barbeque but the Argentines, rather than approaching the sport delicately, are definitely in the heavyweight class. Muscle, intestines, glands and blood to name but a few of the delights thrown on our grill. Fortunately, the more sensitive parts did not appear at our table!



One BBQ for the day and one Disco for the night. When the meat arrived in the afternoon, we knew we were in for a feast. As the last morsals were finished, we were perfectly satisfied. We'd tried the nastier bits and our stomachs had passed the test. F.T.B. Full to bustin. We'd heard a rumour that our hosts planned an evening meal. By 10.30pm we doubted. By 11.30pm as the circular dish was bubbling with the beginnings of a chicken stew, we believed.



A very good evening with several pounds of meat, Camile, and friends.