Thanksgiving in Kathmandu
On Thanksgiving 1971, my wife and I found
ourselves in Kathmandu as part of an extended on-the-cheap
round-the-world trip. On Thanksgiving Day, my wife was confined to our
room with amoebic dysentery, but under the skillful care of the king's
doctor, who was called by the hotel management. He wrote out a
prescription on the back of the proverbial envelope. Consequently, I
was left to forage on my own for Thanksgiving Dinner. First stop was
a touch football game between the U.S. embassy staff and the Peace
Corps. Frankly, I can't remember who won. Next I was off to Aunt
Jane's Place, a restaurant run by the wife of a former Peace Corps
director. Jane claimed she had trained her staff so well that she
guaranteed you would not get sick from food at her restaurant. If you
did, you could eat for free for some period of time, the length of
which has long passed out of my memory.
In any event, Thanksgiving dinner was a wonderful
water buffalo steak, some local vegetables and
pumpkin pie. And, as Jane guaranteed, I didn't
get sick.
--Steve
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