>>352295Thanks for bringing up a vomit-inducing memory, OP.
Was bumming my way through Latin America and got off one ride in a tiny crossroads town in the middle of nowhere in Peru to wait for another going down the other road. We bought a bunch of cookies to eat while we sat to wait for another truck, and to pass out to the little kids that swarmed us asking all sorts of questions.
One of the guys with me saw a tin of Vienna sausages on a shelf above the cookies in the store. We'd been eating beans and rice and quinoa for months at that point, so he bought them. That was a mistake.
When he cracked the lid the smell that came out was like the smell of a medical lab where something had gone wrong. We were begging him not to eat them, and the smell drove off even the Peruvian kids, but he was determined to eat some meat.
He bit into the first and made a terrible face and set it down on the ground. Then he pulled out a second and bit into it too, before spitting repeatedly and then setting that second sausage carefully on the ground. For the next few minutes he watched the open tin sitting on the ground as if it was a rabid dog about the attack.
A couple of stray dogs came over, hoping to bum some food, so he tried feeding the sausages to them. The starving Peruvian dogs rejected them.
Eventually he buried them in a pile of dirt on the other side of the road. The last image in my head of that town is of a 3rd dog walking up as we pulled out in another truck, sniffing the pile of dirt above the sausage can, and then pissing on it.
Vienna Sausages. Never again.
