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‘It’s one of those smaller whales’ they said, obviously searching for the right translation. They tricked me! There I sat, munching thoughtfully on a piece of jet-black meat. ‘A bit like beef. Different aftertaste though.’ My host’s mother had cooked up the chunk of ‘whale’, served in a sauce made of its own gravy. It was underwhelming! I don’t mean that it tasted bad — it was lovely! — but obviously, after all of that foreplay, I expected a veritable…