I don't like snakes...

Our most memorable story from our five weeks of village living goes like this…

 

One day all of us were sitting in our haus kuk (outdoor kitchen, not really a kitchen just a place where we cook outside over the fire) when one of the men of the village came by and said he had something for us to see.  We got up and walked over by our wasfamili’s house and realized that one of the teenagers was carrying a snake.  At this point it was still alive and was probably about 6 feet long.  It wasn’t a poisonous one.  His mom had found it earlier in the day and had called her boys to come and get it.  I had no desire to get too close but sure enough Melody and Hannah wanted to hold it and take a picture with it.  Hannah held the tail and Melody held the head.  Hannah even asked if she could hold its head, she is definitely more like her Mom than like her Dad.  So after we had taken a few pictures with it we noticed that it had recently eaten something because its belly was big.  We later found out that it was one of the huge, I mean huge, bats that are on the coast of PNG.  I’ll blog about those a little later.  So anyway they told us they were going to cook it and bring us half of it to try.  Melody quickly mentioned that we could try a little bit but didn’t want to take half of their precious snake.  For them snake is one of the best meats in the village.  They don’t eat meat all that often and snake, because it always eats fresh food (unlike pigs), is their number one meat.  So they dried it out first over the fire and then boiled it with ginger.  Later they brought us some and wanted to watch us eat it.  Surprisingly it was pretty good.  It was similar to the dark meat on a chicken but a little tougher.  The best part of it all was that Luke tried it and kept saying “moa snake, moa snake.”  He loved it!