From Mumbai in KOHLAPUR Scott Tyrrell, England Our aircraft are constantly jerking from side to side, finally got out of the dense rain clouds, and we saw a sodden pile of concrete and iron of the city. Sharply approaching the ground, the liner flew over the rows of grubby beige high-rise, shimmering lights of supermarkets, villages, collected from some glands, shanty towns and slums simply. We were approaching the runway, the turbulence subsided, and the plane glided over ordinary slums, but so low that it was possible to distinguish separate shacks, shacks and houses which formed a single whole messy, like a drop in the vast sea of ??blue corrugated roofs. Narrow curves and dirty alleys, sewers and streets, as if the veins, fed this organism, spreading in all directions, rickshaws, cows, dogs, feces, and people. About two minutes later have a landing gear, we swept past the last shack and made a long-awaited landing on Indian soil. Gates in India After the usual nonsense posleposadochnoy with checking passports, baggage search, exchange of money and using the toilet, we left the airport, and took to the hot and humid air. There we immediately saw smiles broadly Vine, our friend in whose house we were to spend the next two days. We hugged, talked together, laughed nervously and at the same time encouraging. We smiled and no tension between us was not felt. Vine called his driver, we put our suitcases in the trunk and we were taken in a car with leather interior and air conditioning through the madness of Mumbai streets in the penthouse, which was located in a residential complex in the north of the city. We went into the elevator and the elevator operator asked to click on 18 (I actually asked him about it, because his whole job is to sit on a chair in the elevator and press the different buttons). Thus, we got the apartment, without exaggeration be called luxurious, comfortable and beautiful. Just at that moment to us we realized how lucky we are. Our deluxe room in the house at Vine next two days we spent enveloped in the care and incredible hospitality unmatched Vajna. It could be called a stylish journey: we do not have to take any action, to experience difficulties, overcome danger and even look into the guide. Nowadays flowed like a cool stream, without any problems, moving us from a restaurant in the temple, thence to the monument, then friends, then bed, then breakfast, and from there to where the puzhdi (religious rite in Hinduism, approx. TRANSFER.), then to the box office to buy tickets, and then home. In this case, we had our own driver, we talked about everything in detail, all with benevolence, patience, humor and love. It was all for us, and everything was just fine. One of the main advantages (and there were quite a lot) of our stay visiting Vajna was that he had the invaluable information about local dhabah (dhaba - a roadside restaurant in India and Pakistan, ca. Perevi.) And a cafe. I have several times been in India, and I thought I knew how delicious local food can be. I must have just forgotten the taste. In the restaurants we ate 4 times and each time our meal was informative and surprising. Probably not worth talking about all the amazing dishes that we tasted during these two days, but I still want to say a few words about the place where we dined with Wayne for the last time. He took us into the "Prakesh, small dhabu, which is located near Dadar. This dhaba is working in the same place for 50 years, and all this time, she manages the same family. It serves traditional food of Maharashtra, which is very popular among mumbaykarov (mambaykar - a resident of Mumbai, approx. Perevi.). Moreover, it is very tasty. We tried all the dishes that were in the small menu, including Sabutai Wada and battles Pohe. The first of these names denotes a signature dish dhaby "Prakesh", which is a fried balls made of peanuts, sago, cumin and chili, served with coconut chutney (condiment for meat, approx. Perevi.). The second tricky phrase - Batalha Pohe - corresponds to the cuisine is from the air of rice, potatoes and spices. In addition, we tasted misal - an incredible mix, something like a Bhelpuri (puffed rice with potatoes and tamarind sauce, approx. Perevi.), Only with beans. Battles Pohe and Piyush Lassie At the end of "cookbook Fejer," we brought Piyush Lassi - a drink made from yogurt, water, spices, fruit and ice with nutmeg. Rather unusual recipe, the result is simply fabulous drink. I suggest that the best connoisseurs of India to go to "Prakesh, try this Piyush Lassie, and then, looking into my eyes with his hand on heart, say that this is not the most beautiful Lassie in the world. It is unlikely that you will succeed. Never before have any of the drink could not make the hair on my neck began to stir. Until this moment I have never turned out, without touching it, make sure that my friend Annie groaned so noticeable pleasure. Such a wine tasting can change your entire life. Seriously. Yes, and all the dishes were worth no more than 30 rupees (40 pence). Read more:
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