My Escape

Sometimes the pressures of life and research in a third world country get to me (for example, dealing with the bureaucracy here). When it does, I try to take time and get a massage, but if I don't have a few hours to spare, I just go home and eat a bag of ChaCha. They are like M&Ms.

I keep a few bags in my fridge for emergency situations. I think they taste better cold. It may be because the wax content is higher than chocolate in the US.

They provide a small escape for me.
I may or may not have eaten more than one bag yesterday.