With Miriam and Stan, two French pals that I had met in on the road, I found myself wandering around the dirt paths of a small village around 25km outside of Dalat in the highlands of southern-central Vietnam.
Extraordinary as it was to find extremely basic living conditions such as mud huts with grass roofs and lack of even basic services like electricity or running water, what was even more surprising was to find, in the middle of this primitive-like existence, the presence of a very large concrete chicken.
To say we were perplexed is an understatement.
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