We went to the Christmas carol service for British expats at the British Embassy in Kathmandu this week. It was great. It's quite cold at night here, so we were feeling quite Christmassy. There were lots of lights in the trees and braziers on the lawn. Following the service there was mince pies and rum punch on the lawn of the Ambassador's house. So we hob nobbed with the highest concentration of posh English accents I've ever experienced and tried not to seem too excited to be drinking alcohol and eating sausage rolls and mince pies.
In comparison we went to a Christmas party in Dhaka, which was good, and interesting as they had Bangladeshi dancing and singing nuns (not in the same act...), but it wasn't quite the same. For the meal we had rice and chicken curry.
In Bangladesh everyone eats the same food all the time, and it all tastes exactly the same. Rich and poor people all eat rice, dahl, chicken and fish. At Eid celebrations and normal meals it's always the same food. And Bangladeshi people will tell you their favourite food is rice and fish. I've already caused a crisis by suggesting to the cook that she make the beef without garlic and tomatoes (as we didn't have any)...
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