On a recent visit to Canada’s Prince Edward Island, I expected to encounter plenty of lobsters, but did not anticipate a chance to hang out with a herd of alpacas. So, when the latter opportunity struck, I did what any sensible travel writer would do: I scrambled to engage the snout cam.
No, the folks of Prince Edward Island don’t eat alpacas, as is done in parts of the Andes, where the species originates. The alpacas of PEI are raised for their soft, luxuriously warm fleece. Note to lobsters: if you don’t want to get eaten, grow some fur. It worked for the alpacas.
In “Touching the money fur in Prince Edward Island,” just published in the San Diego Reader, I uncover the connection between camelids and 1980s rock music. And the connection between llama necks and vulnerable testicles.