I admit to not having many more food pics to share from India. My second week there I got quite sick with “Delhi Belly”. To be honest, it may be a very long time before I want to eat Indian food again! More than a week later, and I’m still not 100%. Since getting home it’s been super small meals – usually a smoothie for breakfast and a salad for lunch. Haven’t been eating dinner. Partly I think because my sleep is so off and I’m jet lagging hardcore.
there were a few days where I couldn’t eat anything at all. On the 4th day – I had some tomato/veg broth and plain rice.
I arrived home Sunday evening, and we were out of some of our basic groceries – and my creamy base for smoothies – bananas. So on my way to work Monday morning, I picked up an acai green smoothie!
After stopping at the market on my way home Monday, I was able to whip up my own smoothie this morning! Orange, banana, pineapple, strawberry, and spinach.
Lunch was a BAS (Big Ass Salad for newbies). Taco style! Romaine, iceberg, onion, cilantro, tofu, black beans, cucumber, and salsa. Thank you Moe’s!!!
I went for a run before work this morning. Actually – my sleep is all jacked up, so I was awake at 3:30am. After spending 45 min trying to fall back asleep, I gave up and threw on my running clothes. I put on a pot of java and took off. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel after not running for a few weeks and not eating much, but it was honestly fantastic. Not sure I can make this early morning thing a habit, but I dug it this morning.
Other than getting sick as crazy, the rest of the week was good. We have great speakers and classes as always, but mostly it was just amazing to be with my classmates. We don’t physically see each other except during these residencies, and I truly dig them all.
The last day, however, saw some Delhi misadventures that are funny to think about now. It goes like this…
6 people set off to walk to a market. Success! Those same 6 break up into 2 Uber’s to find their way to an Old Delhi Spice Market. This is where our heroes take an interesting turn….
BF and I were wondering if seeing dogs in clothes was a way to mark them as belonging to someone vs strays!
In Uber 1 (my uber), driver turns the wrong way down an alley. We’re blocked in (people and cows on all sides!) and some start banging on the car. The driver gets out, and my anxiety level starts to notch up just a bit! Eventually, he comes back, everyone rallies around to clear the way so our driver can back out of the alley.
We get close (ish) to the market (none of us in the car actually know where we are), and traffic is so crappy he kicks us out and tells us to walk. We have a vague idea of direction (actually, BF seemed to have an innate sense of how to get there), and off we go. We find it, and the “spice market” is actually blocks and blocks of small shops selling tubs/bins of spices, beans, and pastas. Lot’s of street food vendors too, and it was fun to watch.
We actually manage to find our other 3 friends (thank goodness for WhatsApp and Google Maps!) and start walking together. We got to stop and watch a shopkeeper toss bananas in the air just to be swooped up and eaten by the baboons!
We decide that it’s time to head back. Based on craptastic traffic and our hotel checkout time – we needed to go. Finding a way out (i.e. – cab, etc.) started to prove impossible. So…NS (who speaks Hindi, thank goodness!) negotiates with a gentleman to carry the 6 of us in his electric scooter/cart thing. We are quite the spectacle as we’re all piled in something made for 4, and start bouncing down the street. About 6 blocks later – the front tire pops, and we’re on foot once more.
After a few blocks, NS negotiates with 2 tuk tuk (auto rickshaw) drivers to ferry us back to the hotel. We’re back in groups of three, and I think our drivers believed they were in some kind of Nascar/Death Race/Bumper Car mash-up. When not stuck in traffic, we’re literally flying down the roads. Keep in mind that there are very few traffic lights or signs, and it’s a “first come gets the right of way” type of environment. And lanes are optional.
Anyway…as we’re entering a round about, JC starts yelling at me “DON’T LOOK LEFT, DON’T LOOK LEFT, HOLY S&^$”. Of course I’m sitting on the far left and anything coming at us (which was everything from busses, trucks, cars, rickshaws, and cows) would smash right into me. Our little rickshaw would be toast!
As we were stuck in traffic, all manner of people walked up to ask for money. One was a particularly tenacious and hilarious little girl who kept trying to reach into JC’s inner coat pocket.
We make it back to the hotel, and EA, JC, and I immediately burst into cheers and applause. The driver seemed both surprised and pleased. I guess he’s not usually celebrated for getting his passengers to their destination alive…
My flight left that night. 15 hours from Delhi to Jersey. 7 hour layover there. Then home – just to be diverted during our decent due to a disabled plane on the ground blocking the runway. We went to Richmond, refueled, then headed home. Finally.
I was back to work immediately the next morning, and I admit that I’m struggling with jet lag for the first time. I’m falling asleep between 5-8, and up around 3-4. Then feel like a zombie (other than the whole brain eating thing) by 1. Alas, it can’t last forever!
So, just a few other miscellaneous pictures before I try to stay awake another few hours before going to bed!
one of the days I couldn’t get out of bed and sent D a “feel sorry for me” selfie
watched several movies that day. This popped up after every commercial. It was spoken in a highly dramatic voice.
last day of class!
hell no. My cats love me.
scarf shop in the hotel where more than a few of us picked up some beautiful scarves.
in the Delhi airport
in the Jersey airport
missed these two so much