Over the weekend, dozens of fancy restaurants in Delhi set out their stalls at this annual festival in Nehru Park. I was impressed with the variety and quality of the food. It was rather pricey compared to my local South Indian restaurant, where I can get a masala dosa with all the trimmings for 65… Continue reading Palate Fest 2017
Just off the Urdu Bazar Road, on the south side of Delhi’s largest mosque, the Jama Masjid, the Matia Mahal Road runs south towards Daryaganj. On the left after 50 metres, there is a nondescript small lane which leads to Karim’s Restaurant. We had been cycling through the backstreets and galis of Old Delhi for three hours… Continue reading Breakfast at Karim’s
The Grand Trunk Road connects Chittagong in Bangladesh with Kabul in Afghanistan. I never cease to be amazed at the antics of the traffic on this route which runs past the front of our clinic. Moving long loads by bicycle can be tricky. This man is shifting metal across two lanes of dual carriageway (each… Continue reading Grand Trunk Road
Motorbikes are economical means of transport in Manipur. This photograph is remarkable for two reasons. A driver with just one pillion passenger, and both are wearing helmets. These children are having fun riding with their father down the main street in Moreh. I cringe when I see children with their bare feet close to the… Continue reading Motorbikes in Manipur
Usually, the windscreen is in FRONT of the driver. Not always in India. By the way, he is driving down the wrong side of the road.
A gelada from the mountains of northern Ethiopia. This is a cheeky photograph of a gelada baby baboon feeding from mother – from her expression, he isn’t sucking gently. He is in profile, however.
More from Old Delhi. Perhaps you are getting tired of my posting these fascinating portals. I will unleash a host upon you this week. I am afraid that there are still more to come
On Monday evening, the driver dropped me off at the street market after work so I could do the fruit and veg shopping for our apartment. Wary of being overcharged as a foreigner, I usually sidle up behind a well-dressed Indian lady who is haggling over the price of onions at a stall. I greet… Continue reading Becoming Indianised
The most famous dish in Old Delhi is Daulat ki Chaat – literally meaning snack food of the wealthy. You can only buy it in the winter in the narrow streets and lanes of Old Delhi. The precise recipe is a closely guarded secret but it involves mixing cream and milk for hours by moonlight. It… Continue reading Food in Old Delhi
January 26th is the anniversary of the Indian Constitution which came into effect in 1950. I would have enjoyed watching the parade in person, but duty called, and I had to work. MSF had donated some blankets and toiletries to the Naaz Foundation, a non-government charitable organisation which is based in the slums and works… Continue reading Republic Day