Dog gone

My mums friend spent some time in Vietnam as a teacher and one of the students she was tutoring did exceptionally well in the IB. The girls family, as a gift of gratitude, took mums friends out for a meal to a restaurant specialising in the Vietnamese delicacy- Dog.

Mums friend unhappily ate the gift- wonder what customs of ours other cultures would find hard to accept. 'The city of Joy' by Dominique Lapierre had many examples where the Catholic priest was often told off for not using the slums toilet (which could not be considered a toilet by our standards) in the 'appropriate' manner. The Western way of going to the loo just didn't cut it and was offensive acording to their customs- just as we find having a meal of dog or washing our hair in urine mildly intolerable.