I tried to get closer, but he saw me coming and decided to make a break for it…
He must be the last one left. Sometimes you could say that once a foreigner, always a foreigner — I never understood the desire of some to eat these at all costs. You see a group of limers on the street, an iguana passes on the telephone wire overhead, and suddenly they’re all pelting stone like mad, like this is their one and only chance to eat something for the day. I can’t help it, I take the iguana’s side.
Actually, there are more than one… but I don’t see this one anymore.
I actually had iguana meat once… in Guayaguayare. One got killed crossing the road, and our car was the next one to happen onto the scene. The driver got out and put it in the trunk… got back to the office (yes, the office!) where he seasoned the meat and curried it.
It was female and pregnant. He even curried the eggs… the shells were soft, and you had to bite a hole and suck out the innards.
I wouldn’t lie to you… it really was a tasty meal!
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