tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256975584126037314.post8170523210015798341..comments2023-06-08T17:12:22.929+09:00Comments on girl & kat: Just don't drink the water and don't breath the airElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03204560837191984544noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256975584126037314.post-1829863340846055472012-01-21T13:52:19.589+09:002012-01-21T13:52:19.589+09:00I largely did that! ... except, you know, when I g...I largely did that! ... except, you know, when I got dessert from a street cart and ate at a back street shop in Old Delhi. But! I was largely fine, so it all balanced ;)Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03204560837191984544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256975584126037314.post-34378796664569497442012-01-11T21:54:48.114+09:002012-01-11T21:54:48.114+09:00I'm often rather amused by colleagues who head...I'm often rather amused by colleagues who head to clinics to get countless vacinations prior to going to India. The same colleagues spend their time in fancy hotels and offices where the infrastructure - and by implication hygiene standards - are second to none. Of course, if you are planning on eating in dodgy joints and drinking water from dubious sources then the situation is quite different. My approach visiting India as a child was to stick to boiled or bottled water, and only to eat warm food from known sources - and never encountered any problems despite not having taken the usual travel cocktail of vaccines. These days I take more liberties - but then I can see that refrigeration standards are better now than they were in the 80's and 90's.Viveknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256975584126037314.post-36152700763299146922012-01-10T23:18:50.014+09:002012-01-10T23:18:50.014+09:00Elizabeth: When I ate with this poor Turkish famil...Elizabeth: When I ate with this poor Turkish family the adult males ate before the lady I assumed was the old man's wife and the boy I assumed was their son were allowed to eat. I didn't speak their language nor they mine. We sat on a carpet on the floor with a table cloth spread before us and ate what I think was supposed to be some sort of soup from a large hand-carved wooden bowl everyone ate from by dipping a home-made bread (that I thought at first were napkins) into the bowl and then eating the bread. It was difficult to eat whatever it was without gagging while appearing to be grateful for the food and their hospitality giving me shelter from the horrible weather after our vehicle got stuck in the mud.Donhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10799732509238959026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256975584126037314.post-30546148417254734082012-01-10T22:08:34.529+09:002012-01-10T22:08:34.529+09:00Don -- what is the normal way to eat in Turkey? I ...Don -- what is the normal way to eat in Turkey? I was only there for a day and ate kebabs so... well, I just picked up the skewer!<br /><br />Nishachor -- that's really interesting! I can sort of see how moving from using your hands to keeping everything at a distance on a long prong would be quite odd. I actually really liked the idea of eating just with hands, but I found it very hard to get used to food covering my fingers without very impolitely licking it off!Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03204560837191984544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256975584126037314.post-21385796879412600742012-01-09T10:53:40.416+09:002012-01-09T10:53:40.416+09:00I find it really difficult to eat with a knife and...I find it really difficult to eat with a knife and fork. It seems like the taste is different when I am eating with a knife and fork. I was born and brought up in Bangladesh.....Nishachorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06131554079449356731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256975584126037314.post-31606980593192709242012-01-08T19:38:43.676+09:002012-01-08T19:38:43.676+09:00Eating a meal as an impromptu guest in the hovel o...Eating a meal as an impromptu guest in the hovel of a home of a poor Turkish family was part of a long story I wrote for Mynx and a friend of hers. It's too long to go into here, but it's an experience I'll never forget.Donhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10799732509238959026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256975584126037314.post-68624679248704315592012-01-08T18:01:37.766+09:002012-01-08T18:01:37.766+09:00My son and I love Indian food and there are a coup...My son and I love Indian food and there are a couple of half decent places near us. I went to a festival once in Darwin where there was food eaten by hands. If I remember right, I chickened out and used a fork.<br /><br />Glad the trip wasnt spoilt with a super nasty tummy bugnot displayedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11637174135437423585noreply@blogger.com