Every year, the small municipality of Obersiggenthal in northern Switzerland organizes the “Feast of the nations”. All the 86 (eighty-six, right!) different nations registered at this community of 8500 souls (just 8,5 thousands, right!) are invited to participate with a booth, where they are expected to present and sell specialties from their region. This year only slightly over 20 nations answered the challenge but this was more than enough to fill the quite small village square of Nussbaumen - biggest village of the three forming the municipality.
You’d get there yummy apple pies from Bosnia Herzegovina, sweet malt drinks from Angola, Swiss sausages, French “crêpes” or great looking - although a tad salty - “asado”, grilled beef according to Paraguayan customs. At the Kenyan booth I got a… beer. Not exactly the first place springing to mind when you go looking for beers, you’d say. Prejudices aside, the Tusker pale lager wasn’t bad. Weak, right, but probably also the right brew for those hot areas, it tasted ok with nothing notably wrong (except that weakness). Really, I was pleasantly surprised - if I ever go to Kenya I’m covered.
The local Romanian club built their own booth with Romanian food and drinks (some other time about these). Most notably, they invited a fashion designer for a show with blouses inspired by traditional Romanian garb. The show itself in the village hall was so so, people still watched it because outside it was raining cats and dogs. However when the sun managed to shine for a short while at least and the girls rushed outside to grab a few group photos, first just a couple of gawkers stopped by, then another few, finally half the village gathered around to ogle them. This for like ten minutes until rain began again to methodically soak everybody so we all ran - again - for cover.