This week for supper on Wednesday we made a foray into the mayhem of people, cars and taxis outside the Bingham school compound and found what looked like a bar that could perhaps serve us food. Seating didn’t look too comfortable so we explored further. The next rather smoky bar interior wasn’t much of an improvement but we were ushered into one of the back rooms where we sat on low stools around what resembled a coffee table. The television was on with the sound turned down, showing an American film with Arabic sub-titles.