"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)

In The Mood For Lunch

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I am a man of variable mobility.
My lack of physical, or mental, exercise would challenge any personal trainer!

Aware of how little energy I expend, I try to control what I eat:
a difficult task when Dalila, my cook, spends several creative hours every morning in our kitchen; her production-line of tasty temptations.
Because of this, except when playing host, I neither take lunch, nor miss it.
But travelling makes me hungry: on holiday, everything and anything goes!
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After our visit to Likir Monastery, thoughts of food began to float into my mind, though it was difficult to see where we would find it.
We appeared to be travelling through the proverbial middle of nowhere.

Norvo, our driver, knew better.
He left the main road and began following a narrow track up into an isolated mountain village.
The car stopped outside the gates of the smartest building around.
We were obviously expected.
The owner excitedly welcomed us then, rather disconcertingly, led the way upstairs to a dazzling and somewhat over-exotic double-bedroom.

Robin and I were not quite sure what to do.
Reasonably confident this was just a lunch-stop, and that a long drive was planned for the afternoon, we used the bathroom’s pristine facilities then sat and waited. Perhaps our meal was to be served on the small bedside tables?

After a few minutes, our beaming host reappeared and asked if we would like to come down.
He proudly ushered us into the very splendid dinning room pictured above.

There were no chairs. Instead, colourful mattresses, bolsters and cushions lay along three sides of the room.
The gorgeously enamelled table-tops were at knee-height.
Variable mobility or not,  we would eat while seated only inches from the floor.

The meal was extremely generous and delicious. And, although being entirely meat-free, proved of great interest to the household kitten.

 

Having used the bedroom facilities once more, we thanked the owner and left.
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6 responses

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  2. Toffeeapple

    You eat in the most unexpected places!

    May 6, 2012 at 10:20 pm

    • Our eating places are just as unexpected to me! I have long since given up trying to control what happens when travelling.

      Before setting off on an adventure, an itinerary is proposed and, other than rule out activities which are now physically beyond me, I sign up to it. But in most cases, the printed programme is at best only a vague aspiration! The local guides and drivers always seem to know what’s best: I’ve no complaints at all.

      May 7, 2012 at 9:11 am

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