We’re off to Bukhara. Kathryn is very excited. She’s been looking forward to going there for months as she’s heard wonderful things about it from everyone.
Unfortunately, she’s also developed a touch of the Delhi Belly and ten minutes after we sit down, she runs for the powder-room. On her return, she looks longingly at the food and tries a few mouthfuls before deciding that, though she loves it, she won’t be able to keep it in her. She then spends the rest of the evening watching us fill our faces.
We take a doggie bag home on the off chance she feels like some for lunch the next day, but in the end it’s the local pack who end up dining at one of the top fifty restaurants in the world.
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