I was watching a butcher do his thing with some bush meat. Then, I saw that same guy hack into a wheel of Gouda, with the same knife. We were there to buy 5 gallon buckets. It was great idea: buy some buckets, take them home, wash them, and then use them to store our stuff. Where did we find buckets? The butcher. The buckets had been full of flesh. It was nasty to say the least. Probably worse for the people with a sense of smell. Hurgh!