“Visions are worth fighting for. Why spend your life making someone else’s dreams?”
“Blood squirts out and onto the squealing guinea pig, who is about to reach the same fate as his brother. The knife tugs at the skin and fur, eventually severing the neck. Two decapitated guinea pigs staring at me with vacant eyes. An unknowing sheep that my trekking partner purchased a few days back is about to receive the same treatment. I have definitely never seen my meals so up close and personal before, and I’m not so sure I want to make a habit out of this.”
Check out the post I wrote for a fellow traveler about a wonderful night I spent in the middle of the Andes!
The Wandering Nomads 
I have enjoyed your posts until now. This story reminded me of why I am 100% herbivore. Plants are sacred as well, but they don’t have sad eyes that stare into your soul. Man(kind?) knows better. But look at what man (the destroyer) does to planet earth.
True, but I think that everyone who is not vegetarian needs to kill an animal for themselves. In America we tend to see meat as just a packaged thing and forget about those eyes starting back at you. I am not a vegetarian, but I won’t eat meat unless I know who killed it (aka my boyfriend or I) so that I don’t forget it was an animaltoo.