Food and Trains

I always knew we were spoiled when it came to food. How could you not be living in San Francisco? It really hit home when we spent about two and a half weeks in Italy two summers ago and both Rich and I were tired of Italian food. My sister in law Claire thought it was pretty funny, and it was. We love Italian food. But we got tired of it, we just wanted some variety. So, I hear questions out there, how long did it take us to get tired of Indian food? About 10 days. But, and this is a big but, we both got sick, and when you get sick your mind associates it with the food, and your brain and stomach rebel. We had rented apartments a lot while traveling in Central Europe, so we got to cook for ourselves. Here in India we haven't been able to do that at all. That means four weeks of eating out at resturants. Four weeks of breakfast, lunch, and dinner out. Four weeks of menus, and ordering, and trying to get the bill, and getting change, etc etc etc. It is draining.



So what do we eat? Well, we were lucky that when we went to the mountains we got a lot of Tibetin and Chinese food. We both loved the Tibetian food, love those momos!, and I could eat veggie chow mein for a long time. In Manali there was great resturant attached to the hotel, Johnsons Cafe, and we ate every meal there for two days. Breakfast is never a problem, toast is universal I guess. But, tonight, both of us at our limit on Indian food, we are looking for pizza. And how sick of pizza were we in Croatia? Very. Travel is funny.

I think Rich covered the cockroach train from Varanasi to Jahnsi in his blog. The train that led me to declare "No more night trains!". How long did my ban last? About one and half weeks. After the car and driver we hired left us in McLeod Ganj we had to get to Delhi to get anywhere, so Rich booked a night train for us, 1AC, the highest class available. We got a two person compartment to ourselves and proceeded to settle in, strewing luggage everywhere, getting the rum and fruit juice on deck for cocktails. "A mouse!" Rich announces. Not really, you're joking I hope? No joke, one little mouse. We named him Irwin and decided that one mouse was much better then the hundreds of cockroaches we had endured on our last night train. Live and let live. Coexist. Pass the rum and fruit juice.