We did take a break in the world-conquering action to go out to dinner with Manfred and Xuemei, at Ganges, the Indian restaurant we like in Haidian. We had a hilarious time with the menu, it turns out Manfred had never had Indian before, so we looked for something not-too-hot that was still tasty and spicy.
At one point, our waiter made a recommendation in English, which I said in (terrible) Chinese to Xuemei, which she told Manfred in German. Manfred commented that we were a really international group, with him from Germany, Xuemei from China, Stick and me from America and the waiters from India.
“Oh, but I’m not Indian,” our waiter said. “I’m from Nepal.”
At least I didn’t give him directions to the wrong embassy.