An acquaintance of mine who’s studying at UCL right now sent me this link recently:
Elite Universities: A Clash of Cultures and Cutlery
A most apt heading for a blog entry. It seems to me the identity of any one elite-wannabe can be exposed immediately through his table manners, and I’m obliged to say that I’m currently trying my best to avoid all table affairs at the university, out of fear that one day, my identity will come clear. One set of cutlery is all that I can manage at the table.
Earlier in the day yesterday, an Iranian lady, Rayhana, was extremely friendly and kindhearted enough to bring us to the suburban area – Arnison Centre – to look at where we could possibly find cheap steals. There were so many big supermarkets there! Sainsbury, Lidl etc plus fast food restaurants like McDonald’s and KFC. Wow! Now we know where to get our weekly groceries from!
I’m dead tired. My feet are planning to go on a strike, if I walk any longer today.
The Keenan House, where I’m staying in, is about a 15 – 20 minutes walk from the city centre. And there in the city centre is where I’ll have to take a transport to the Archaeology department in the main university compound. That’s a lot of walking back and forth, and it’s not good in rainy wet Durham during the autumn season. But I hope that could help me to lose some weight at least, or get myself prepped for one of those Silk Road treks by the end of the course.
Ich bin ziemlich überrascht, dass ich noch nicht geweint habe, seit ich hier in Durham angekommen bin. Wir wohnen jetzt noch in einem kleinen Hotel – the Kingslodge Hotel – und warten auf morgen, wann wir umziehen werden. Ja, morgen will alles richtig sein. 😉
I must admit this – cooking IS a luxurious hobby to have, given that one must have many condiments and ingredients to start with in order to feed each of these recipes. I can’t do that here in Durham anymore. Baking soda? Chuck. Teriyaki sauce? Chuck. Garam Masala? Chuck. Can’t find it here either.
