Venturing to the other side

Of the street that is. Wow, big deal, I know. It is kind of a big deal though, crossing four lane roads in India is no joke.

First of all, they drive on the “wrong” side of the street here, so you have to remember to look right, then left, then right again. Left, right, left is so ingrained in my brain that I don’t even trust myself to do the opposite without thinking about it really hard.

Second barrier to crossing is pretty straight forward: no cross walks. Or none that mean anything anyway.

Lastly, the term four lane road does not really describe the situation here. Sure, there are four lanes painted onto the road, but those markings are merely suggestions, not the rule. Picture driving a boat. There are no lanes, you can just go anywhere where there is space. The traffic in India is fluid like that. There are cars, rickshaws, and two-wheelers completely filling in the road in no particular lane.

That big white building in the background of the first picture, that’s my hotel. My vantage point is Don Pepe’s. The local Mexican joint. Well worth crossing the street for.

Sadly, the manager here knows me after only my second visit.

“Chicken fa-j-eye-tas, no raw veggies, no cheese?”

He has me pegged, I didn’t have to explain twenty times, no raw veggies, that includes garnish!

[Westerners can get “India Tummy” very easily by consuming uncooked or unpeeled produce, hence my insistence on the no raw veggies.]

After getting my little to-go sack, I ventured back into the street again.

[right, left, then right again]

It probably sounds like I’m being overly dramatic about crossing the street, but anyone who has travelled to China, India, or most of Southeast Asia will likely attest to the fact that it takes a few days to get a grip on crossing the street with all of the madness.

After making it safely back to my hotel, it was time for lunch. I wonder if you are dying to see what Indian Mexican food looks like as much as I was the first time I ordered it?

Just as we have Americanized many Mexican dishes, these are definitely fajitas with an Indian flair, not so much in presentation, but in the spices. If I could smell some of the spices in my spice rack at home, I could tell you which additional flavors they are adding to the fajitas, but I’m struggling to identify them without the smell-label relationship.

Here we have it!

Notice the addition of potato wedges with the standard chicken, onion, and bell peppers.

Possibly my favorite lunch of the week!

An update on our stuff and my bicycle:

It sounds like the freight forwarder thinks I’m bringing over a motorcycle not a bicycle. I definitely do not have the RC Book (think motor vehicle title) in question and I really hope that my bike “tyres” do not present an import barrier that I can’t work through. I’m guessing that the forwarder has just not opened the shipment and that they are asking these questions based on a quick look at the manifest. Fingers crossed.

  1. Heidi Nicole said:

    The streets of SKorea were terrifying! They drove like complete crazy people! Near the university I attended the cross walks were actually used and obeyed…the further into the city you got the risky it was!

    Good luck getting your bike!

  2. Now I want nothing else in the entire world except Indianized mexican food. Good luck retrieving your bike from the customs folks!

  3. street food is often the best. good luck on the bike front!

  4. YUM – Mexican food with an Indian twist?! I bet it was delicious!

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