Snake Village (by Anna)
Trip Start Mar 01, 2010
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As we entered the so called 'Snake Village’ we all congregated around giant bottles of local Vietnamese moonshine containing all forms of giant snakes. (Just about anywhere you go in South East Asia they seem to feel the need to place a dead snake in liquor
Once that escapade was over the host appeared with a rather sleepy cobra. Unsatisfied by its lethargic nature he started banging its head against the floor in an effort to anger it and make it’s head raise. Although I’m not an animal lover I felt a bit sorry for the poor chap. This was surely a sign of gruesome things to come.
For many of the guys in a group, part of the appeal of the tour was the chance to slaughter a live snake and devour it’s main organ. 2 Welsh brothers we’d been hanging out with recently were quick to volunteer. We stood around them and watched as they slit the live snake and then furrowed around for the heart and swallowed it whole while it was still pulsating. It was all a bit too much to watch for poor Nicola who witnessed in horror as the snake twisted and contorted in pain a minute after it’s heart had been savagely ripped out
Once seated we were served limitless amounts of snake moonshine and told that as part of tradition we had to down a shot each time a different snake dish was brought to the table. 12 dishes later we were beginning to wonder just how many ways snake can be prepared. We ate crushed snake bones with popadoms, grilled snake, snake spring rolls, crispy snake skin and so many other dishes that I no longer recall. If you thought you were hard done by with the meat on the spare ribs back home then I suggest you try snake ribs!
Endless shots later we staggered to our minibus blindingly drunk and with bits of snake caught between our teeth. The concoction of snake meat, blood, bile and moonshine was beginning to take its toll and we could feel it churning in our stomachs. As we drove back in the direction of the hostel Nicola rolled down the minibus window and vomited half a python whilst carefully trying to avoid the passing motorbikes. Several hours later it was my turn to spew up snake.
We woke up the next morning after suffering from horrific snake nightmares with horrendous hangovers and vowed never to kill or eat another snake again!!!