After my usual 1330-1530 class and homework, I went to the hammam (bathhouse) with James, with whom we had an excursion together few days back.  His teacher Badr took us to Hammam Al Khawi by taxi.

I was scrubbed down by a child who was possibly 11 years old, while my English friend was done by a skinny older man.  It was quite like Syria or Turkey with big burly attendants.  With the dry highland air, my skin was very dry.  An unbelievable amount of dead skin came off me.

In the evening, I joined some of my school mates for an Ethiopian dinner.  The food was very tasty, served on thick soft fluffy sourish bread called injera.  The bread had a similar flavour to dosai.  It was a little pricey compared to our usual hole-in-the wall places, but it was worth it for an introduction to a new cuisine.

Some of us went to the Al Huda supermarket before taxiing back with our groceries.  Incidentally, on my first visit to this supermarket on my third day, I found a obscure brand of instant noodles that’s made in my hometown of Kuching in Malaysian Borneo!  Not only that, the flavour was rather authentic Kuching/Sarawak Laksa, which is also rather unknown even in Malaysia or Singapore, let alone internationally.  What’s the chance of that?!

 

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