Saturday, August 8, 2015

A farewell party for the Swiss Ambassador at Manila Golf Club included a fantastic kare-kare and pancit sotanghon, and dancing all night.

On Friday night, in Manila living a #Travelife, I attended a very intimate farewell party for the Ambassador of Switzerland, who is leaving the country very shortly for another assignment somewhere wonderful.

This was not the usual diplomatic party.  Very few speeches, just a handful of ambassador friends, and lots of dancing.

Held at the Manila Golf Club and organised by their closest friends, it was attended by personal friends rather than official friends, and there was dancing to 1980s and 1990s music till way past midnight.

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The food was excellent, too.

I think I had two servings of kare-kare and then another two servings of pancit sotanghon. The kare-kare came with a very salty fish sauce which complemented it perfectly.

And, as my friends know, this is my favourite comfort food in the whole world and I don't think I've had it since leaving on my long series of trips since April.


Meanwhile, the pancit sotanghon was my friend Mr. Jaded's idea.

He gallantly escorted me to this party last night and at dinner he'd espied some fermented fish sauce -- way more pungent than the fish sauce for the kare-kare -- on the buffet table.

I was already enjoying a dessert of guinomis, which is made of tapioca balls, crushed pinipig, crushed ice and brown sugar syrup, when he said to me: "The fermented fish sauce will go really well with the  pancit sotanghon."


So off he went to get some for us, along with glasses of champagne, and when I tasted it, it was really incredibly good. In fact, I woke up this morning dreaming about it and wishing I'd had some more of it.

But last night, I was busy talking to lots of old friends who happened to also be at this party, some of whom I hadn't seen in years.


And when I wasn't talking to them. I was on the dance floor as the DJ was really playing great music from a time that made me remember all the parties we had in college. In fact, I saw one of my old school friends at this party, although he was about three years ahead of me in school."

When some 1980s music came on, I nudged him and said: "This is music from our time." We'd had some amazing parties during our time at the Ateneo.

Meanwhile, Mr. Jaded agreed to do the swing with me, and he's really good so it was great fun.

And the rest of the time he was very patient and a bit more congenial than his usual dry self as he met one after another of my old friends.


But just after the clock struck twelve, he turned to me and said: "Shall we go now?"

We'd stayed the whole night and time had certainly flown, and it had been a really enjoyable party.

But I guess if we stayed any longer, his fancy black sedan would've turned into a pumpkin, and I might have ended up just like Cinderella, but still living a never-ending, and never-endingly eventful #Travelife.   

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