As I exited the car, I could smell the fragrant chicken being cooked on barbeque like pits. I could see the smoke rise up into the sky. As we arrived to our seat, I thought to myself, 'This place looks ghetto!' Yes, the food smelt good, but being outside and eating on dirty tables, which stood on top of dirt, didn't help my appetite. This made me sort of nervous about my first meal …showed first 75 words of 815 total…

…showed last 75 words of 815 total…it worse, I learned the hard way. I now looked quickly for a jug of water. I saw some at the end of the table and sprinted down. I took the jug and started chugging the water down. After I was able to extinguish the fire in my mouth, I looked up and saw everyone looking at me. They all began to laugh. That night, everyone joked about how I couldn't handle the Pakistani 'heat'.