Leaving Las Vegas
on the US Asia bus (tip: cheaper than Greyhound bus).
I have my bag of provisions from New Frontiers. Organic roasted cashews, plums, bananas, chocolate almonds.
I had oatmeal porridge for breakfast in the Sahara hotel and casino on the Strip.
My palatial room with en-suite was only $28 a night. I could live cheaply in Las Vegas.
The vast lobby filled with a 100 gambling machines holds no temptation.
Nor does the food.
It is plentiful alright. But nothing I want.
I am in the land of GM.
No labelling on food. No choice.
That cuts out a lot including, sadly, tortillas.
I don’t want to be fussy about food.
But I know too much.
I can’t unknow that cattle are pumped with grain and hormones, or shrimp is laced with antibiotics, or the gene to resist the weedkiller Roundup Ready has been inserted into the corn plant’s cells.
Plus my delicate digestion is like a canary down a mine.
I had a rice drink in my first week from a cafe. Rice sounded nice. But the next day my bowels knew it. I think it was the high-fructose corn syrup.
As the US food writer, Michael Pollan, says:
If it comes from a plant, eat it, if it was made in a plant don’t.
I am in the land of the overfed – and I am losing weight.
PS Just after writing this moany blog, the bus stopped mid-desert. I eschewed McDonald’s and plumped for Chinese fast food. Joy! I rate Panda Express.