There's an AFC here (Afghan Fried Chicken).
I got a lovely silk (what I thought was a dress) thing .. put it on, only to discover that I was trapped with no way out. Ended up being a sleeping bag sheet.
For as much as I tend not to like "utility" presents, the underwear and socks that my mother packed as a Christmas gift, has saved my sanity. Just think: a night of not having to hand wash my delicates in the hopes that they dry by morning.
Oh, and it's not funny as much of an update: but one of my bags finally decided to join me from Dubai. It was the smaller of the two, but it was also the one with presents (whoo hoo!).
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