On Sunday we went to a new market, arriving as the stalls set up so it was lovely and quiet to start with. We had fun on the fruit stall, buying a mix of fruits to try later-oranges, pomegranate,chickoo and an unknown fruit. Clare decided to name it so it became 'Papplenip' as it tastes like a cross between pear, apple and turnip! Great name!
Clare was quite tempted by a pair of trousers.
Once we had exhausted the market we tried a new cafe 'Chatime', all pink, chrome and glass. We were tempted in to trying strange drinks- QQ, fruit syrup with lumps of jelly floating in the bottom which you drank up a wide straw. Mine was cold, milky tea with jelly. I tried to be polite but just couldn't hack it! Switched to qumquat juice instead.Here in India all things seem possible!
Back at the hotel the 'Fruit cleansing' started. Method: First wash the fruit with soap and water. Next wipe it with antiseptic. Then peel it. Finally-enjoy! Ripe chickoo was delicious, but then we tried an unripe one. Instantantly our mouth dried and lips seemed to stick to our teeth. Just the weirdest sensation.
By evening all the team for our second week have safely arrived. Clare from England, Colin and Margaret back from visiting friends in the Himalayas, Janet, Eleanor, Janet, Mel and Steph from a Taj trip and Andy, Julie, Dick, Nigel and I from exploring Delhi markets.
The taxi drivers are loving us! We all troop out of the hotel gate. Not a driver in site. Then one pops his head out from under a tarpaulin tent and we wave fingers across the busy road to show how many taxis we want. They insist you can get 4 in the back of these little green and black Ambassador taxis. Well you can, but only by more of less sitting on each others knees.Still, they usually get you there in the end. ('If you are not there, then it isn't the end'. My adaption from Exotic Marigold Hotel!) We have arrived at all kinds of smart destinations in a scruffy dented taxi, amid the Audis and white embassy cars. Great fun,
Clare was quite tempted by a pair of trousers.
Once we had exhausted the market we tried a new cafe 'Chatime', all pink, chrome and glass. We were tempted in to trying strange drinks- QQ, fruit syrup with lumps of jelly floating in the bottom which you drank up a wide straw. Mine was cold, milky tea with jelly. I tried to be polite but just couldn't hack it! Switched to qumquat juice instead.Here in India all things seem possible!
Back at the hotel the 'Fruit cleansing' started. Method: First wash the fruit with soap and water. Next wipe it with antiseptic. Then peel it. Finally-enjoy! Ripe chickoo was delicious, but then we tried an unripe one. Instantantly our mouth dried and lips seemed to stick to our teeth. Just the weirdest sensation.
By evening all the team for our second week have safely arrived. Clare from England, Colin and Margaret back from visiting friends in the Himalayas, Janet, Eleanor, Janet, Mel and Steph from a Taj trip and Andy, Julie, Dick, Nigel and I from exploring Delhi markets.
The taxi drivers are loving us! We all troop out of the hotel gate. Not a driver in site. Then one pops his head out from under a tarpaulin tent and we wave fingers across the busy road to show how many taxis we want. They insist you can get 4 in the back of these little green and black Ambassador taxis. Well you can, but only by more of less sitting on each others knees.Still, they usually get you there in the end. ('If you are not there, then it isn't the end'. My adaption from Exotic Marigold Hotel!) We have arrived at all kinds of smart destinations in a scruffy dented taxi, amid the Audis and white embassy cars. Great fun,
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