I live just a few doors down from the rastro. Slaughterhouse for you English speakers. Although no longer an active place, they do occassionally bring pigs over to slaughter. The noise of the squealing pigs when they do this is one not to be missed! Actually, I could live the rest of my life without hearing it!
I have been on the car ferry many times when they have loaded truckloads of pigs to be brought over. It is an inhumane piece of business. The pigs are transported with no shade and crammed into the back of these trucks so they can hardly move. Who knows how far they have traveled like this before they reach the ferry. I suppose they figure they will be dead soon so why bother with making them comfortable.
Sometimes people come up to take a closer look. Sometimes to take a poke or jab at them, just to see the reaction. I wonder if there is even a word in Spanish for animal cruelty?
I feel sorry for them. I know they have no idea of where they are going, but they must be miserable and terrified anyway. I do enjoy my bacon and ham, but wish that it could come from a more humane source.
Special thanks to Dougie in CT for sending me these photos.