5th December: Wine and wages

After a month of rice for almost every meal (OK we did have spaghetti once a week with a few strands of onion and a vague hint of tomato) I am finally looking at paradise on a plate. A veggie pizza, complete with real veg and black olives. Not only that, but a glass or two of red wine. A sense of inner peace descends upon me and I feast. We drink more wine. The bill comes to more than we expect (over a £10 each) and a shy guilt ripples through the group as we realise that each half-carafe of wine has cost us the equivalent of more than 2 days local wages. Ashamed of my decadence I quietly admit to myself that I would still have ordered and drunk it, had I realised the price in advance.