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.Continue reading Curry or starve
On the grounds of the Malay Heritage Centre was a small herb and spice garden in the Arab Quarter of Singapore.
Photo courtesy: Vincent van Zeijst — Wikimedia Commons
Stonetown’s narrow streets and carved doors were magical, but its past told another story. With the Arabs came an expansion of the ivory and slave trades. There was a grim reminder in Stonetown Square where slaves were once auctioned. Continue reading Zanzibar’s Cloud of Mystery
Something was in the air when I arrived in Zanzibar and it wasn’t just the aromatic smell of cloves in April. Continue reading Zanzibar — Stepping back in Time
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! Continue reading A serious addiction