A different meal out

Yesterday I was invited to go to a restaurant for some traditional Ghanaian food. I went with a group of girls and a guy who is originally from Togo who works on the ship. He craves his 'normal' diet but invited us to go with him. We were in quite a small darkish room with very little ventilation, in fact we had to move a little to get underneath the fan as two of my friends were pretty close to fainting with the heat! We ordered foo foo (I think that's how you spell it!), I ordered mine with plum nut sauce and 'meat' (a little risky!). Foofoo looks like a big ball of dough, made from casava leaves (spelling??!!). It is very bland and it's consistency is sort of stretchy doughy (not for the faint hearted or blancmange haters), the sauce it came with was quite spicy, and the bowl of meat, although tasty was quite bony. Anyway, we all survived, some ate more than others, and I actually quite enjoyed mine. the foofoo is supposed to be more filling than tasty it appears.
To top off the visit, we went out the back to the landrover, saw them pounding casava manually. I then spotted a little goat leaping around out the back...how lovely BUT NO!
No sooner did I spot the goat than it had it's legs tied up. A hole (I learned, to drain the blood into) was dug, then a knife sharpened, and then the guy just carved it's head off right there and then, all in the space of 2 minutes...well at least I know my meat was freshly made on site...!!
Hmm...not one of my favourite memories I don't think!