WithIndia
I'm with India.
The cliches are visible and it's hella disorienting. Did I write 'hella'? I must be going crazy.
No 'Delhi belly' yet, but viruses and nasty buggers are all around – infections galore. It's been four days since I've arrived, and I feel like I need another 4,000 days to get a handle on the place.
Cows (and water buffalos and goats and dogs) roam the streets – they urinate and defecate so freely. Street urchins (and mothers and grandmothers and amputees and lepers and... ) stretch out upturned palms. I sat down for a biryani on a terrace cafe today and across the street a mother was carrying her kid on her back, jumping across tin roofs – her red baboon butt swinging to and fro.
A thousand and one smells — spices and perfumes, shit and the moistness of humanity in chaos.
More to come.
Edit: the lodgings are crap and the buses are hellish – but there's such humanity here... something I haven't experienced anywhere else.
I just watched Anthony Bourdain's "No Reservations," and he went to India. Did you get any of the potato curry wrapped in naan off the street? It must be off the heazy...I had some at Kati Roll in NY. :)
Posted by: C.H.Ha | November 14, 2006 at 07:43 AM
mm.. I love me some Kati Rolls. They have that here too. What I love are the prathatis.. thick like naan, but stuffed with potatoes and spices and sometimes spinach.
Posted by: j.fisher | November 15, 2006 at 09:23 AM