Thanks to all of you who have written to me, and for your funny comments about this little blog. It's great to know some people still read more than 140 characters. In summary you are mostly interested in what goes in, what comes out with the general thrust being "great blog, yeah, we know you do yoga and are interested in god and stuff, but can you give us more food, poo and tourism/cultural stuff-ups?"
So in the last 48 hours there's been tears, homesickness, random kindness of strangers, strangers in my room I didn't want there, rain rain rain, yoga, Ayurveda massage, injury, no hot water, samosa hunting and it's been cold and wet and blah blah blah. First world problems, and I hit a first-world wall. I decide I have 2 choices - it's either go back to talk to the tuk-tuk driver who offered me hashish, or go shopping.
When the going gets tough, the tough gets on the scooter, ditches chanting class and goes to Loyal World which is the closest thing to Westfield Marion, except with no escalators, no parking, and not many shops. But the 2 shops they did have were a factory outlet for 'fashion' (questionable but let's go with it) and awesome similar Food Glorious Food Indian style supermarket. Nice combo, I thought while jumping around pulling jeans on in a sweltering dark change room due to a power cut. I'm gonna hit up that food store and show these skinny jeans who's boss! They had 8 different kinds of dates! I didn't know there were that many varieties. I thought it was pretty much the same guy over and over and the restaurant just changed.
I was told yesterday by a grungy downtown ayurveda masseur (best massage of my life) I needed to eat something fatty and stay away from dhal...and that's not advice you need to tell me twice. Basically stop being full of air and stay warm. And drink this little packet of medicine, and no, it's not from the tuk-tuk driver. So back to the food counter... straight to the samosas and the desserts because let's face it, they are full of fatty goodness, gracious me! Ayuervedic massage doctor's orders. It's authentic! Traditional! Just doing what I'm told.
See picture below. The top ones have almonds and a weird texture like fairy floss when you bite into them, it kind of grinds on your teeth which is just strange. I can't decide if I like it, so I have to keep eating it to work it out. I don't think any of these deserts are baked, it's like they are raw and held together with lots of lovely buttery yum.
I was desperately hoping the brown balls were chocolatety in the right way, but they are more what I would call ...chocolate salty balls. I'm not saying any more except... thanks Chef and hello bin. And the yellow diamonds are turmeric and almond something, the best of the three, so far.
That was pretty much a long story to get to the good bit. That's what goes in, but you know it's what happens in the next 48hrs that will tell how it all comes out in the end... here's a goofy pic of my housekeeper's son, Chetana wearing my swimming gear. He'd never seen anything like it before. A beautiful boy.
So in the last 48 hours there's been tears, homesickness, random kindness of strangers, strangers in my room I didn't want there, rain rain rain, yoga, Ayurveda massage, injury, no hot water, samosa hunting and it's been cold and wet and blah blah blah. First world problems, and I hit a first-world wall. I decide I have 2 choices - it's either go back to talk to the tuk-tuk driver who offered me hashish, or go shopping.
When the going gets tough, the tough gets on the scooter, ditches chanting class and goes to Loyal World which is the closest thing to Westfield Marion, except with no escalators, no parking, and not many shops. But the 2 shops they did have were a factory outlet for 'fashion' (questionable but let's go with it) and awesome similar Food Glorious Food Indian style supermarket. Nice combo, I thought while jumping around pulling jeans on in a sweltering dark change room due to a power cut. I'm gonna hit up that food store and show these skinny jeans who's boss! They had 8 different kinds of dates! I didn't know there were that many varieties. I thought it was pretty much the same guy over and over and the restaurant just changed.
I was told yesterday by a grungy downtown ayurveda masseur (best massage of my life) I needed to eat something fatty and stay away from dhal...and that's not advice you need to tell me twice. Basically stop being full of air and stay warm. And drink this little packet of medicine, and no, it's not from the tuk-tuk driver. So back to the food counter... straight to the samosas and the desserts because let's face it, they are full of fatty goodness, gracious me! Ayuervedic massage doctor's orders. It's authentic! Traditional! Just doing what I'm told.
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| Ayurvedic massage table |
I was desperately hoping the brown balls were chocolatety in the right way, but they are more what I would call ...chocolate salty balls. I'm not saying any more except... thanks Chef and hello bin. And the yellow diamonds are turmeric and almond something, the best of the three, so far.
That was pretty much a long story to get to the good bit. That's what goes in, but you know it's what happens in the next 48hrs that will tell how it all comes out in the end... here's a goofy pic of my housekeeper's son, Chetana wearing my swimming gear. He'd never seen anything like it before. A beautiful boy.
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| dress ups |
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| milk in a bag |
