This is my second week back in Leh and … no surprises, its frrrrreeeeeeezing! I keep checking to make sure my hands and feet are still attached to the rest of me, because, honestly, I can’t feel them there. And since I have ambitiously started cooking for myself, I HAVE to be able to feel the difference between an onion and a finger. Makes you realize how much fun cooking is when you have the friendly Chinese place nearby… for me it is no cook, no eat. This place has shut down for the winter, and looks like a ghost town, with the only homosapiens around being lonely locals and frozen faujis. Hard to believe this is the same place that looks like Ibiza in the summers. The most exciting event in my office is signing a letter, where I have to first hold my pen hand over the heater to thaw it out, then rapidly dispatch the letter before it freezes again. Of course, that does mean that I reek of eau de kerosene all day, but what the heck, better smelly than frozen. I burned my second pair of gloves today( forgot them over the heater) and now am the proud owner of two pairs of greenish brown woollen gloves . Am going to console myself with a chocolate cake this afternoon…. lets hope that doesn’t let me down either( with cakes, that’s literally possible)

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