"The market was chocka with way-out stuff. Owls, crows, de-quilled porcupines, rats, beavers, half-dead vultures, mice, rays, snakes sliced in half from tongue to tail with their tiny pink hearts still beating and bloody. In Guangzhou's huge, smelly, wet, weird, noisy, thronging Qingping market, you could buy it, and you could eat it". And our man did...