Saturday, January 3

Leo and Anders have invited us to join them at Rahaath and meet their friends visiting from Stockholm, Arne and Jörgen.

We arrive late through a bizarre combination of circumstances. Our rickshaw failed to arrive. A second rickshaw never appeared. I agreed to ride pillion on Irma’s scooter. When we got near the top of the hill we had three dogs alongside us: Rosie and her two chums. It seemed clear that they would follow us along the main road, so we turned back.

We finally got a rickshaw that had just dropped our neighbours at home.

At Rahaath, as the meal winds down, discussion turns to faloodas. I have a Chocolate falooda. The others have Royal falooda, King falooda, and Dried fruit falooda.

At one point I catch Arne in the act of learning how to praise faloodas.