It's not every day that you see a mythical creature...okay, a half-breed. And it's not every day that Naâma finally remembers to write a blog.
This weekend, we continued our exploration of the Angolan countryside at the "Pau do Caçador" farm. After a 5-hour drive (tops) we reached the 20,000-acre property situated near the Sumbe province (south of Luanda), where we dropped our bags off on a porch decorated with one single element: a bull's head. Hello nature! (Enter quick Freemans flashback)
The farm aims to become a quasi-resort - a home away from home - for us needy Luandans. No noise + animals running around = r-e-l-a-x-a-t-i-o-n. The wild (impalas, fox, antelopes) and not so wild (cows) creatures were not only part of the scenery but also part of the cuisine...yes, oh yes.
So, here we were, enchanted with nature, bugs, lizards, wild and not so wild animals and, to top it off, we were treated to a vision. Part of the collection of wild animals was a Z'Burro. Half zebra, half "burro" (donkey), the mythical beast scavenged for greens alongside cows (much more menacing) with its zebra-printed legs and donkey head. This little $27,000 Picasso can't reproduce so just like that (pff) it will be gone...sometime in the near future.
100% pure myth. And yes folks, we got to see it right here in the plentiful land of Angola.
Back in the city with a little wild animal of our own (Caju, our kitty) we giggle (just a little) at what money can buy...and why.
Signing off. Check back soon for the Z'Burro pic.
1 comment:
I don't know why they called it a Z'burro. Why not call it a Zonkey or Zurro? Or a Debra. I once dated a girl named Debra who looked like a burro. Actually we only went out once because I inadvertently mentioned that her laugh sounded like a bray.
Personally, I think she had already made the burro connection in her own mind and I just exacerbated the problem.
I also might have mentioned that I wanted to "saddle up" which she misunderstod to mean I wanted to put a saddle on her back.
I told her she was being an ass. That was pretty much the end of the date.
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