chapter six - Oh! The Soup!

This chapter is entirely dedicated to our first meal on the peninsula. I realize this is strange - but only to you. I remember this meal vividly as the thing which made a long 2 day journey, 20 hour drive and a crappy shower worth the trouble. Kind of like coming home after a hard day of work to be rewarded with ice cream you didn’t know was in the freezer.

Our ger camp had a restaurant that served breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday. The first day we had lunch and dinner, every day after that we just had dinner. The meals were pretty pricey ($11 for lunch, $7 for dinner) but hey, it’s the holidays.

The first course was soup. And honestly, this is the only course I remember. I think it was possibly the best soup ever made. Rich, red, thick and spiced just perfectly, we slurped obnoxiously and repeated – “This soup is so good!” – as if it was our own personal eureka. Nothing after that soup was quite as amazing.

The only other meal I remember from our trip was a shepherds pie – and I don’t remember it because it was particularly good. I only remember it because at lunch time there was a live sheep tied up behind the kitchen, it was gone before dinner and our shepherds pie was with mutton. So…he was probably in the shepherds pie. And we ate him.