Slovak tradition dictates that Christmas dinner is to be held on December 24th and that the main course be fish not meat (I cannot state how dissapointing this was to me when I first heard this but that's beyond the point). In Slovakia, fish means carp. So Christmas dinner will be carp. Easy enough, right?
That's what I thought when the Slovak and I went to the local "hypermarket" to buy the fish. When we arrived at the hypermarket we were greeted by a group of people buying fish and staring at a large container. What followed was both shocking and photo-blog worthy. So without further ado, I present my photo-blog of how Christmas dinner found its way into the bath:
After a flipping and flopping ride home, here's how dinner looks now:
So here's the jonathanism for today: if your dinner is staring at you while you go to the toilet, try not to stare back, it'll make you feel bad.
To be continued: Tommorow is the execution.
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