Being the family member of a dragon, a friend of one, or someone who mistook Yak Board for a boardgame to get your kid off the iPad, you may be wondering if between all of these treks and travels we’re getting enough food in our systems. The simple answer is yes. Of course. Dragons is taking care of us, reader! Don’t you worry.
But here’s the thing, reader. Sometimes we get fed way too much–especially at homestays. At homestays, most notably during the “wish I had google translate” rural variety, the mother will be the one to serve each dish onto one’s plate. The downfall of our digestive system roots from almost finishing our plates and politely complimenting the food when asked about it. These two details combined are a green light for homestay mothers to shovel more food onto your plate before you can say ‘pugyo’ (enough), not that it will stop them from adding one or two more scoops of rice after you have said it.
“How could I let this happen again.” I said to myself each night as I forced a smile and strategized how I am going to finish my second or third himalayan sized mountain of dal bhat. One night however, was more difficult to get through than any night before. My homestay brothers and I had just returned from my bhai tikka ceremony, a confirmation of a brother’s bond to his sister. To conclude the ceremony, my sister to-be had given me a massive plate of food that I had to finish to prove my commitment to our siblingship. I wasn’t going to not eat it after having gone through the whole procedure of the ceremony. With that mentality, I finished each of the five dishes on the plate and went back home only to be informed that it’s time for my real dinner. “NOOO.” I mentally shouted–having already reached what I thought was maximum capacity.
After summitting two additional peaks of dal bhat during dinner, I had no more space in my torso to store food. But then they insisted that I can eat one more celebratory bread called sel roti. “I can’t have anymore. I am so full.” I begged.
“I think you can have one more.” My brother said in a very commanding tone with a stern look.
With barely enough energy to tilt my head to look up at the large unappetizing deepfried donut shape I sensed defeat. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” I said squinting as I tried to keep down all of the other food I ate that day. Eventually, I ate that last piece of sel roti, but I didn’t feel the satisfaction I was hoping for after such a big accomplishment. Instead, I felt weak and reconsidered my morals before entering the arena the next night.
What I learned from this experience is that if you tell the homestay family that you’re simply sick and are having stomach issues as I did for the rest of rural homestay, then they’ll be a lot more lenient about your consumption of food. And its especially convincing if you end up puking on their carpet 20+ times in the middle of the night as I had done in its urban counterpart. That’ll make them just as scared to feed you for a few days as you are to be fed.
All in all, don’t worry. We’re not hungry. In fact, we’re full.