Goat Head Soup Callalo (standard:travel stories, 761 words)
Author: Juggernaut	Added: Dec 08 2010	Views/Reads: 2948/1851	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
An experience to remember with an East Indian Sugarcane farmer on Clarendon Plains.

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Aruna ran into the backyard to throw up to empty her stomach as she
learnt about the brains and eye balls. 

Mr. Lakhan, the sugarcane farmer was also a band leader. His orchestra
“Merry Indians” with all his children as band members started playing 
Indian music loudly. Mr. Lakhan did not play any instrument instead he 
kept himself busy adjusting the sound system. Once in a while through 
the microphone he made announcements like; “still lots of food left, go 
help yourselves before it gets cold,” “don't just standby come shake 
your legs.” 

Aruna don't want to take part in any more activities since she threw up.
 Juggernaut thanked Mr. Lakhan for being a kind host and specially 
thanked for the goat soup callaloo. 

On the way back from the plains, rain started pouring turning the
streets into streams. Apparently, the rain god was responding to Mr. 
Lakhan's prayers. Juggernaut stepped up the speed to reach the upper 
elevations to avoid his car stalling on flooded farm road. “I wish Mr. 
Lakhan not mentioned about the goat head and mashing it with machete, 
that made me sick,” lamented Aruna chewing hard on bubble gum to 
suppress the strong after taste of goat head soup still left in her 
mouth. 


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