I lean back in my chair and look down the narrow aisle, trying to figure out where all of the food is coming from. 

Vats and vats of chole just keep being magically delivered to me as soon as I empty what’s on my plate. 

The majority of other people are already gone, so the lean back is safe. At a busier time, I would have had nowhere to lean to. 

Somewhere at the very back part of the restaurant, something’s happening. Aha. That’s the source of the never ending supply of chole. 

I settle back into an upright, appropriately seated position. A tiny mound of chole remains on my plate. But I’ve already hit the chole wall. 

Taken on 10 May, 2015 in Isa Town, Bahrain

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