Curry or starve

When I first went to India, western fast food hadn’t infiltrated its borders. Travellers either ate curry, or didn’t eat. I had a quick introduction into South Indian cuisine and wondered how I’d survived without the amazing flavours, even though my mouth burned.

A serious addiction

I’m still addicted to tantalizing masala chai I drank in Dar es Salaam. After years of experimenting, I have the perfect blend. No packet mixture. Yuck!

How could anyone diet in Dar?

Near a roundabout was a hole-in-the-wall duka just out of the downtown core of Dar es Salaam. With one glance, my impression was that the store offered nothing worth while, but don’t let appearances fool you.