On my last day in Nepal, I decided to try some Tibetan food. When I stopped at the shabby restaurant, read the partially hand written menu, looked at the dirty cups, and drank the flat Orange Fanta, I knew that I should not eat the buffalo momos. My better half was not convincing enough this time though, and I went ahead and tried them. They weren't horrible, but anything sauteed with onion, battered, and fried is going to taste at least decent. Unfortuntely, after a week of no stomach pains or digestive problems, the momos turned me into "that girl" you see running down the aisle on the airplane with a paper bag in hand, trying to make it to the bathroom before loosing her lunch during take-off. I did make it to the bathroom (thank goodness) and I did loose my lunch. Thanks to my own poor choice, I had to suffer through a 5 hour plane ride with an upset stomach and couldn't even enjoy the yummy Etihad meal. Well, at least I tried something new and made a memory.
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| One bite and I knew I should stop. (Sigh) But I didn't. (Shakes head) |
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