Figuring we’d gained a tolerance for spicy food in India and Nepal, we ordered a spicy pork dish yesterday. Three bites into the dish and my face looked like this. Not only are the spice levels different, we’re eating in1000% humidity.
My dermatologist once called me a “nose sweater.” It’s random, but true. I sweat profusely out of my nose. It’s particularly bad in humid conditions. SE Asia, combined with spicy food is NOT a good look for me. Making matters worse is the new nose piercing – I can’t wipe my nose.
So I’m pretty much just a big mess, but a happy one. I’ve stayed true to my word and have eaten constantly since we arrived. A little sweat won’t come between me and my food, that’s for sure.
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