Break an argument, explore Muslim markets
The past couple of weeks for Peichi being here has been rough. India is a rough place to live in and it’s hard on Peichi.
With my working in the role I’m in, I’m aggressive again and it’s a side of me that’s not beneficial to healthy personal relationship. So between Peichi and I, we argue a bit and keep trying to find the middle ground that keeps us solid between each other.
This weekend I was supposed to be biking to Bharatpur, about 220 kilometers away with some locals. However, Friday night when getting for bed, I pinched a leg nerve and have been taking the past couple of days trying to recover.
Today, since I was feeling better and needed to create good new experiences together with Peichi, I took her up towards Red Fort in New Delhi. After 45 minutes of being crammed in the metro line, we were quite relieved to get off and then into the sights, sounds and smells that assault the senses on every level.
Peichi’s heart broke very quickly in coming out of Chandni Chowk metro station in seeing little kids working or begging. It’s already hard enough to see young and elder women laying on the sidewalks with trash and flies about.
Eventually, we made it over to Red Fort, but decided that the 250 Rupee foreigner versus 10 for locals entry fee wasn’t worth it. We wondered around the fort and went touristing, our style, follow the locals.
By doing so, we encountered some nice deep and exotic in there own way meat and fabric markets. The goat and I think lamb meat looked quite good. So good, Peichi kept asking if we could buy some and take home One particular meet shop had quite a few folks chatting around and so I figured the locals liked the meat pun.
In walking along, we were able to find some great looking white and pink pomegranates and freshly stoned baked chapati. The chapati was hot and delicioius. At 4 cents each, it’s a fantastic buy and later regretted not buying more.
Soon, we worked our way through the Muslim markets to a major road. As I wasn’t quite sure where Connaught Place was, we took a Rickshaw for 50 Rupees and was quickly back to an area of Delhi that I knew.
With being on Janpath Road, we wondered over to an internationally franchised southern Indian Chennai orientated restaurant. It’s the one place in Delhi, that when I hang out with locals, we seem to always end up at.
For no wonder either, the dosai, like a crepe, are awesome. I finally got to try the paneer dosai, curdled cheese. It’s very good with the cocunut and other spicy chutneys, but I continue to believe that the coconut ravi aloo masala, cocunut & spicy potatoes, is the best.
After our delicious lunch, costing a bare $ 6 including fresh fruit and soda drinks, we practiced a little charity by giving 10 Rupees each to a pair of boys, one for a shoe shine, another for pencils.
Too soon, we were crossing a busy street and back down into the metro station and on a train back to Gurgaon. The metro ride, while reasonably on time, was packed more than the last rush hour ride I’d taken.
Definitely butts to thighs.
Finally, we got back to Gurgaon and took a relaxing walking pace home while stopping for beer and fruits to celebrate another adventure survived in New Delhi.
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