Hello, Internet. This is Rican speaking. Now I will talk about the last part of my trip.
After we finished our cake in the coffee shop, we stayed a bit longer for a chat. The owner joined our conversation. We discussed how “Artificial Intelligence is expected to replace many current jobs in the coming years, as its computational power and algorithms surpass human capabilities.” The owner then asked, “Is the cake not sweet enough? I reduced the sugar, but it’s healthier and pairs better with coffee!”
“That’s the perfect sweetness for me; I love the cake,” I responded.
“Nice, I worry it might not appeal to young people. You know, my taste is more old-school,” she said.
“Well, I am not young, for sure,” I replied, slightly hurt.
The owner seemed very local, so I asked for some travel advice in the area. She recommended several small restaurants and a night market. Another staff member noticed our conversation and added, “No, if you’re talking about lamb soup, you must try Uncle A-Zao's. They have the best lamb soup in town.”
The owner disagreed, “They’re not bad, but the best? Pfff.”
“Come on, admit it, that’s the best lamb soup. You know nothing,” said the staff member. I wondered if he would still have his job after this conversation.
“I know nothing? Let’s talk about lamb soup,” the owner replied, ready for a debate.
They discussed all the advantages and disadvantages of the two lamb soup restaurants they mentioned. I felt excited because they were so passionate and debated so intensely. It made me really want to try the local lamb soup. When you see someone so passionate about food, you wonder how it tastes, and maybe you can give them your own feedback.
After the debate, the staff seemed to give up, but he whispered to me, “I didn’t lose. Try A-Zao; that’s the lamb soup you definitely need to try.” What a sneaky move—pretending to lose but then telling me that. But I loved his enthusiasm.
We left the coffee shop, but due to the hot weather, we didn’t go to the lamb soup shop. Our next stop was a deer farm.
We arrived at the deer farm, and there were, of course, many deer. It is a deer farm. We bought tickets and got a cup of animal feed. The deer went crazy for the feed. If they saw any tourists with the iron cup walking into their area, they would chase you eagerly. It felt like being surrounded by a group of zombies, their greedy eyes saying, “Give me that, you stupid human.”
To my deer listeners, I apologize for the inappropriate description. We also fed the capybaras, and they are very different from deer. If you feed them, they will eat for sure. But if you try to play with them by pretending to give them food and then taking it back, they will give up immediately and continue eating the grass on the ground. Their lazy eyes seem to say, “You know what, forget you, human. I don’t care about your pathetic cheap feed. I have infinite grass here. Forget you again, human. You ugly piece of crap.”
I have no idea if the capybaras really think like that. If any of my listeners are capybaras, I apologize for my inappropriate imagination and hope you can tell me if you really think like this or not.
In the end, we had a great time at the deer farm, playing with the animals, and we were satisfied. We drove back to town, tried some restaurants recommended by the coffee shop owner and staff. At night, we visited the local night market. Before heading home, we bought some local cakes and gifts.
That’s my whole trip experience. It’s not always about where you go but who you travel with and your interactions with the local community. I had a wonderful journey. I’m Rican, and I’ll see you next time, Internet.
