Boxing day we had our first taste of typical breakfast street food known as 'saltenas' - a warm samosa like pastry filled with potato, chicken and herbs, topped with a bit of satay/chilli sauce. Delicious. We absolutely stuffed ourselves with them... sampling all the street chefs saltenas we could fchiliind.
That night, we decided to give our palettes a break from local food and sampled some Arabic that was recommened to us. It was so good to have some dips! It is impossible to find dip here. Probably due to a lack of refrigerators. Well, they have them. They just don't turn them on. Even in the supermarket meat sits out in the warm air (including chicken, gross) and not once have I been served a cold Diet Coke :(
We went back to the hostal bar to have a few drinks after dinner. The night ended in disaster. After only a few drinks and a couple of sips from a new drink made by the dodgy bartender I was in the bathroom being violently ill. About a hour later, Claire became terribly sick also. So much so that I had to call for the doctor and she was taken to the local hospital. She couldn't even walk. Having had her drink spiked before, she knew what had happened. Suspicions definitely lay on the bartender. Considering that he was fired the next day by hostel management they must be well shared. Not a good experience, but the hospital was surprisingly clean and she was very well looked after. Bottled beer or wine from now on I think.
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