Ramadan

More than a month has passed since we arrived and it has been slow, steady progress. I still have so much to learn. We still have teething problems, like our internet which seems to have a mind of its own and connects with us when 'it' feels like it. More telephone calls to the provider, insisting that it must be fixed. I still have not the slightest clue about how to go about getting our medical employee benefits and every time we ask for the information it is somehow not given or we are directed to a website that is not helpful.

Ramadan has come and bazaars which sell food pop up everywhere. Smoke and heat permeate while exotic flavours titillate my senses. I start very slowly trying different stalls, and soon I have my favourites. The vendors start smiling when I appear. A foreigner who likes chillies and spices is a novelty. I take home lamb Bryani, beef rendang,and samosas revelling in not having to cook at home.
Creme Caramel from the markets is our favourite dessert. We become caught up in the anticipation for the end of Ramadan when it is marked by the Hari Raya long weekend.