I have however tasted two dishes that were truly terrible. One was mantu from a street vendor. Mantu is, short of a better description, a kind of “ravioli” served with a white sauce. I loved this dish when I was in
Today was my second bad experience. There was a little gathering to celebrate my colleague’s promotion. Somebody came around with some “biscuits.” They were solid like a rock and the pungent smell of rotten cheese should have commanded prudence on my part, but I paid no attention to it. I took a large bite and immediately spit it out, putting aside any attempt to remain polite. Are you sure this stuff is for eating? Soap would have tasted better (and yes, I have tried it, although I don't care to explain when and how). It took me many cups of tea to wash off the taste.
I met with my supervisor’s boss today. She said that if I wanted to stay there was a possibility that DACAAR would help me with the cost of my place ticket. I don’t know how risky for me it is to do so, but coming back to the
Bureaucracy is a pain at DACAAR as in the rest of