Street Fare
It's safe to say, though maybe not safe to eat, the best meals I have had here came off the street. Many of the meals at MCC or at some of the restaurants have been very good, however, they have not been dirt cheap. Taking the 250 Rs. I was alotted the other afternoon, I stopped by three street stalls and bought one pakora, a somasa, and a cup of coffee, all totalling 10 Rs. or a bit more than 20 cents. It's astounding to realize how much food you can buy here on such little money, as long as you like it fried.
The only thing better than the good food is the cheap coffee. South India drinks strong coffee with lots of milk and sugar. It took some getting used to but I really like it now. As a general rule the less I pay for coffee the better it is.
The street is a constant source of interest. There is no right-of-way here. You force your way. The trucks, cars, motorcyles, and auto-rickshaws move down the street in a dance that miraculously creates few accidents. The roads are unpredictable and loud. Horns are used with great regularity. Despite the congestion and the carefree cows that aimlessly wander out in traffic, every one, even the cows, reaches their destination without harm.
Everything is available on the street. You can buy practically anything. Fruit, clothing, DVD's (some of movies still in American theaters), it's all there. In the course of a day you turn down dozens of rickshaw drivers, candy-wallahs, chai-wallahs, and knick-knack-that-I've-seen-on-every-corner-in-India-wallahs. If you wanted you would never have to set foot inside a building for your needs. That includes bathrooms.
As you walk along the street there are all sorts of people. Beggars crippled by leprosy asking for alms; rickshaw drivers who scam you; rickshaw drivers who are more than fair; school children who want to shake your hand. Sometimes a person comes up to speak with you, other times just to stare. It's different.
You walk along dodging traffic, ignoring hawkers, and trying to not attract attention. And then you step in cow shit. So it goes.