After catching ae bus, then another from Mamallapurum to southern Chennai, I idled in alleyways; anything to avoid the roar of traffic on the main road. Continue reading Chennai alleyway street food
While I was in the midst of endless traffic and tooting horns I came across two gems in Chennai’s back streets. Continue reading Chennai gems
It had been forty years since I set foot in India. I landed in the same city that was my original introduction to the country, Chennai (Madras back then).
Some aspects didn’t appear to have changed after all those decades: the wonky footpaths; the constant tooting of horns; the delicious South Indian food; local people friendly and helpful; men still with sarongs doubled up like mini skirts (though now more wore trousers); women in saris (though many had gone to the Punjabi style of dress). Continue reading Tamil Nadu return
As I wove my way along Serangoon Road, I was bombarded by alternating Tamil then Hindi music from nearly every store along the route. Glittering saris and sparkling gold shops mingled with countless vegetarian restaurants. Continue reading Singapore’s Little India
I stayed in Singapore’s Little India for one reason only; to be close to my favourite restaurant in the world – Komala Vilas! I discovered since my last visit some twenty-five years ago that instead of one restaurant, there were now another four within a kilometre radius.
Was the South Indian food still as good as I remembered? Continue reading Little India’s best restaurants
Flying back to Johor Bahru from Kuching, I was going to bus into Singapore but none came in sight. Since I only had a backpack, I walked along the road towards Singapore. In fact, I kept walking and walking, until I trekked across the bridge joining the two countries, but no officials stopped me to check my passport! Continue reading Have you ever crossed a border without being stopped?
On a Russian cruise for a week in the Pacific I couldn’t eat anything due to seasickness. The ubiquitous smell of boiled cabbage in the ship’s dining room didn’t help either. I could only eat once we landed in a port and I was dying for some spice. Continue reading Saved by a coriander discovery,