Christmas & New Year

At the biginning of December i went back home for 12 days and it was my job to be the Christmas food mule, or at least the ingredients for a typical English Christmas. I bought back all the ingredients for christmas puddings, including the cheese cloths and a bottle of brandy. I cant imagine what my case looked like in the airport xray. So we had Christmas dinner planned throughout December, we worked out who was going to be in UB and who knew how to make what, it turned out there were 9 of us, a nice number for xmas dinner. An obstacle though that you dont usually have on xmas day is the amenities you have to make the dinner, we had one tiny oven and 2 stove rings on top, but if the oven is being used the rings cant be used, so we needed to bring in another portable oven and another set of hot rings. So we had an oven set up on the floor for the roast potatoes, a turkey, stuffed, in the main oven along with more vegis, a cauldron of pumpkin soup boiling on one of the spare cooking rings as well as more vegis. It was quite a feast, the pumpkin soup was my dish, a soup i usually make with squash which are slightly easier to work with. I had real problems getting the skin off 2 pumpkins, i still now almost 4 weeks later have a scar from the blister it gave me, a pumpkin peeling scar.

So before i went to Farrahs home where we were gosting christmas i woke up pretty late and it was very strange to open my presents on my own, the presents i had brought back from England on my trip and i had been looking at for 2 weeks on my sofa, i had some how resisted. So after the presents i packed up the pumpkins and gat a bus to the other side of the city, Mongolians dont celebrate Christmas so it was a typical Saturday in town. Once we all arrived the mulled wine was cooked up and games began as i attacked the pumpkins with a hack-saw, well i needed a hack saw but i only had a meat cleaver. Each of us took it in turns to cook our dish and by the time we ate lunch we were all a bit drunk. We even had crackers and a bottle of Jack Daniels which i have to say is to blame for the games we played later in the evening where we all confessed our secrets. The whole day was a lot of fun and we had a great time, unfortunately i forgot my camera so i dont have any photos, i was too busy trying to remember the food, but anyway you get the picture, it was a typical Christmas day, we all ate and then drank too much, made a fool of ourselves, a traditional Christmas day.

Well New Years was also quite traditional and unfortunately i did remember my camera, i wasnt aware i had taken and photos until i woke on New Years day and looked through my camera and saw the most appauling photos, and as it turned out i didnt take the photos as i was in most of them. The evening began at my place for a couple of hours and we headed to a party around 10.30, when we arrived things were quite civilised but we soon changed that, for some reason we were on form and even when most of the party left just before midnight to head to the city square to watch the fireworks we all stayed and kept the party going. Im not even sure if we celebrated at midnight we were too busy being idiots. Some of us just couldnt stop dancings, others were busy taking photos of all that happened and i spent at least at hour wrestling on the floor, in fact i spent most of the evening on the floor, ive never felt like wrestling before but that was how i brought in the new year. Here are a few photos that can be shown on the blog, others will never leave my computer unless a high price is payed!!!!

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About rdamm

I am about to embark upon a V.S.O. placement for one year in UB, Mongolia. I shall be working as a textile designer at Mongol Nekhmel, a textile company that produces cashmere, yak and camel hair clothing and homeware. I shall be sharing the skills i have gained in the last 10 years as a designer, creating connections and helping to open-up the products to the European and Japanese markets, therefore hopefully assisting to bring herding communities out of poverty. The views expressed in this blog are the author's own and do not necessarily reflect those of V.S.O. www.vso.org.uk www.vsointernational.org
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