In 1984 I was in Sri Lanka as the civil war was gearing up. It was a rather exciting time, and not in the good sense of "exciting. From there I flew up to Delhi to stay with my auntie and uncle. Our entire dinner table conversation the night I arrived was the following:
Uncle: "You were in Sri Lanka?"
Me: "Yes"
Uncle: "Sinhalese?" (the Buddhist majority in Sri Lanka)
Me: "Yes"
Uncle: "Huh. Rice eaters."
(In the realms of exciting: a few weeks later I was in Delhi when the PM was assassinated. That whole summer and fall was crazy).