To Eat Or Not To Eat

My vegetarianism went to the wayside almost immediately. The backslide toward eating flesh began in New York with a cat-food-sized tin of chicken salad and snowballed into using my incisors to shred off a chunk of a beef slab being passed around on a a fork at our New Year's Eve "braai" (barbeque).
Whether i'll return to meatlessness is undecided. My first few carnivorous meals were not exactly comfortable physically, so at the moment I think I'll continue to eat meat in moderation to grow accustomed to it in case I need to eat it in the future at my school site.
A returning volunteer has assured me that a healthy, meat-free diet can be maintained in Namibia easily, in fact after going through similar "meat training" she said she was surprised just how easy it was, so some hope remains. However, Namibians love meat. At one lunch I attempted to describe what I ate in the States to a Namibian acquaintance, Moses. After hearing I was vegetarian he leaned back in his chair and both of his hands shot straight for the top of his head in disbelief. When I told him that I often ate "fake meat", expecting to explain the variety of soy-based meat lookalikes (phony bologna, tofurkey, etc.), he replied with complete seriousness, "What do you mean? Chicken?"