Natalie tried to kill me

Natalie and I were eating dinner at Sudo, or as I like to call it, the expat cafeteria, when I decided to eat something I thought was a green bean. She asked if I was really going to eat that, I said yes, and put two beans in my mouth. They weren't beans; They were chillies. It was possibly the hottest thing I've ever eaten. I was out of water so I tried to order some more while Natalie laughed at me. Well when you pay $8 for a meal for two you're not paying much for service so you don't get a lot. Eventually I asked the guy sitting next to me if I could have some ice. He was nice enough to give me some but then he talked with us for about 20 minutes. Usually the fact that I couldn't speak would put a damper on conversation, but since he was an old man enjoying nothing but a bottle of wiskey, two bottles of tonic water, and a small bucket of ice, he didn't need much input from either of us. I blame Natalie for all of this.

The Expat Cafeteria