To continue our Indian journey. After what felt like a whole day and what turned out to be hours we finally had our rental car and we were on our way. Nikkie used her pin on google to mark the spot to return the rental car. At the time we were really hoping we would find this place again because it was in the back alley of a back alley. Leaving Delhi the roads were 5 to 6 lanes and there was no one on them so it was easy going (why are people scared to drive here?). The plan was INDIAs GOLDEN TRIANGLE which is Delhi, Jaipur and Agra. Once we got outside of Delhi it narrowed down to 3 lanes. The road was strewn with big massive trucks - or should I say small to medium sized trucks carrying massive loads that seemed like twice the size of the truck (really was twice the size of the truck). And these trucks were crawling along. Each and every truck had a sign on the back honk your horn. Til this day I really cant figure out why, but I am assuming it is just because they cant see you
with these massive loads. So really we drove the entire way with me honking down the highway each time I felt the need to. A couple times we would pass a big truck and there in front of us was a camel with a wagon going along at a mile an hour in the middle of the highway. What? So this is the dangers that everyone is talking about.
Needless to say, within 90 minutes of leaving Delhi we were hungry. There was nowhere to pull over that looked like a legit restaurant and it did not seem like there were any big towns or cities on the way either so we pulled over at a ROADSIDE STALL (a little shack). Now when I say shack this barely qualified as a shack. A couple wooden poles here and there in the ground with a couple aluminum plates for a wall and a roof. In one corner you have the kitchen (it did have a counter in front of it) and then the rest of it had about 5 or 6 plastic tables. We sat down and experienced our first instance of no English. And when I say no English
I really mean like not even hello. We were handed menus in Hindi and no pictures. Well how can this go wrong? It took a while but we got an order in through many hand gestures. Oh well - the worst that can happen is it is inedible and we move on to the next place (we were the only people there by the way). Ten or fifteen minutes later they came to us with a couple piping hot, freshly made rotis and a yellowish/ orangeish dish (typical curry colors). We dove in - it was temperature hot and definitely had a pretty good kick to it. It was a full vegetarian dish and turned out to be curry with paneer cheese. Now if you know me I will be the first to proclaim that you are crazy to be anything vegetarian, but we were in a country where the majority of the people are vegetarian so I knew this and I was prepared. The kicker was right after they dropped the food off they offered to take Everest (all through Again what is the worst that can happen here? So we handed him off. Now hygiene
wise these guys were not what we are use to in the western world. They probably have not had a bath in many many days, but part of the reason we love travelling is that we know people and cultures are different and in this case it 1) could have been cultural or 2) they most likely dont have the means to take a shower/bath once/ twice a day like we can. They kept Everest busy in the kitchen while we ate. At the time we did not know it but I can flat out say that this was the best dish we had on the entire trip. Yeah it had a good kick to it, but it was just delicious. We sat there and just looked at each other if this is what we get at a shack what are we in for the rest of the way?
We finished up and continued our drive - diligently paying attention to the road. The motto for the trip quickly became Coetzee I dont care if you hit a person - just do not hit a cow. Yes we saw a lot of COWS. Well we did not hit
any cows. One section of the road was filled with sugarcane vendors.
