There is so much that could be said, but on this occasion I choose to express myself through food. Not using food as an analogy, that is (although I do love a good food analogy). But by listing all the food I ate in Kathmandu. It will probably not look too exciting to anyone else, but after 5 months of shobji and dal bhat it was like manna from heaven. The trip also involved a bit of sight-seeing, but mainly as a different venue at which to eat and/or drink.
What I ate and drank:
- beer +++
- momos - vegetable, buffalo and chicken fillings
- toasted muesli
- dried coconut, sultana and cashew mix
- masala (spiced) tea +++
- buffalo spring rolls
- pizza with bacon among other delicious toppings
- fresh mint lemonade
- Mediterranean platter - with the best tzatziki I've ever eaten
- fattoush (a Middle Eastern style) salad, with pomegranate seeds
- penne with mushrooms, tomato, parsley and fresh parmesan
- fried cheese
- wine
- Newari-style food, home-cooked by Rajeshwor's (May's boyfriend) mum
- rice wine, home-made by Rajeshwor's mum
- rice beer +++, home-made by Rajeshwor's mum
I felt like a cow that's been fed too much and can't support its own body weight. Which was a welcome feeling, after dropping kilos at a slightly alarming rate since arriving. It was such a novelty having a full stomach. There were times I also wanted to undo the button on my pants to give the belly more room. It was amazing.
Also amazing:
- the weather (not humid)
- the city (full of character that Dhaka is decidedly devoid of)
- the people (not staring at you!)
- sitting somewhere for hours, looking out the window after a delicious meal and realising that all my needs & desires had been fulfilled
When can I go back???
1 comment:
So, for your time in Singers, you're back on a ration of 1/3 the rice you feel you need, goat dressed as mutton, no beer unless it's served hot, but with a big glass of ice, and a dunny that has a massive leak above it so you get drenched every time you want a pee.
Will that make you feel at home?
What till you see the flesh here - shorty shorts and spaghetti straps: sunglasses protect a girl's modesty here, big enough so you can't recognise her!
Seeya Friday
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