Letter from India VI
"Well what an eventful few days it’s been.Saara has been looking at yet more shoes and if she buys all the pairsshe likes then I think we will need to hire a sherpa.We abandoned our plans for Pampolim after I succumbed to foodpoisoning; thankfully it was only extremely painful stomach cramps andnot explosive D&V.I was absolutely distraught that id been poisoned, not because of theinconvenience but because that day I had finally succumbed totemptation and eaten a 1kg lobster dripping in masala sauce......mygod he was worth every excruciating, agonising minute, and I wasdetermined that the little bugger was going to be digested and notjust regurgitated for the toilet god.That does bring me nicely onto food though, a subject that we reallyhave neglected so far.Almost every restaurant sells an eclectic mix of Indian, European &Chinese food. So it is possible to have dim sum followed by pie andchips with a side order of popadoms followed by ice cream, whichappears to be a universal desert. I think ice cream should be the onlyfood served at UN meetings as it is evidently a substance that crossesinternational borders with ease and every nation has its own uniqueway of serving it, In Goa they call it nutty one, and serve vanillaice cream with nuts (bet you didn’t see that coming) and a local spiritbrewed from cashew nuts in a shed in the jungle (I’m not joking we sawthe distillery, I expected some American deep south bloke called bubbato hijack the car and request we start squealing like pigs).During the first week we stuck fastidiously to the Indian food feelingthat this was only proper. The delicate blend of spices here is farsuperior to the muck they serve us in the UK even if it doesn’t look asappetising. When we got to Goa however that all changed and we beganto intersperse our diet with a bit of western food. We didn’t feel badabout this as, I’m sure you are all aware, too much curry burns twiceand we had a lot of sitting down to do.We have eaten everything from some bizarre spicy potato in a bun thatpoor people eat and is bloody gorgeous, to Lobster Masala that tastesheavenly and does its best to despatch you there.It is our 6 month wedding anniversary tomorrow and we are booking intothe Swedish/Italian restaurant for a fondue feast to help celebrate,our new rings arrive tomorrow also so it will be a good present toourselves (and no the new rings have nothing to do with the curry).We had been really lucky, up until the last few days, regardingmosquitoes. But 2 days ago I awoke with about 10-15 mozzie bites, theyitched like hell and were, oddly enough, all around my ankles.....itwas like waking to find Dracula had a foot fetish, they are quitepainful but are slowly disappearing under a barrage of antiseptic,iodine and electrical mozzie neutralisers (yes I am electrocuting myfeet).Yesterday was spent on Arundle beach, home of white sand, clear seasand crusty hippies. The latter were very irritating as they insistedon doing all the stereotypical things crusty’s do (i.e. they allbelieve they are circus performers and stroll around waving ribbons orforming human pyramids in the sea whilst juggling 3 live crabs to thecrazed beat of a drugged up drummer with all the rhythm of a flyhitting the car windscreen).Apart from the crusty’s it really is idyllic.We are off to a market tonight, so no doubt Saara will acquire somemore footwear (just in case we attend a movie premier, have to trekthe Himalayas or tight rope walk across a ravine).Oh well love to you allK&S"
Darn, he beat me to the "ring" joke. But crusty hippies? I don't recall being on that beach...
Hey, we s'posed to be offended, Gone?
somehow, and with the best will in the world you understand, i believe your human pyramid days are behind you both....and if not then i dont think its somthing that should be shared here :)They have whole communities for that kind of thing....or so im led to believe.
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