“There wasn’t a thing on the table that I could eat” said a frustrated Love. “They kept putting food in front of me, but I kept trying to tell them that I was a vegan. I pointed to the food and said it really loudly and slowly ‘vegan, veee-gaaan’ but they didn’t seem to understand. They just kept encouraging me to eat.”
Love’s lack of Mongolian language skills coupled with the families lack of English language skills provided the perfect environment for a cultural misunderstanding to take place. And before long the Mongolian family had come to understand that “vegan” meant “sick” and quickly began to set out to find a remedy for their guest’s illness.
Oyon left the table for a moment and returned with what appeared to be two recently severed chicken’s feet. She then dipped the feet into some of the congealed pig’s fat and took Love to a back room where she proceeded to try to spread the substance on her ears in an effort to remedy her sickness.