Incredible India

I know you didn’t think my travel posts were over just because I finished telling you about Europe. Hubby had a lot of business travel planned for the summer of 2009 and he knew better than to think I was going to let him leave me behind in Cairo while he jetted around the world.

The end of July found us back in a place I still think of as a home away from home: New Delhi, India. Some of my newer readers may not know this but we lived in Delhi for a year, (Check out the blog archives from September 2005 through July 2006.) That was an amazing year during which we met awesome friends, had amazing adventures, and got very, very drunk very, very frequently.

Whenever we find ourselves back in Delhi, we always have fun visiting old haunts, seeing old friends (No Sunny, I’m not calling you old), and generally making a nuisance of ourselves. This trip was no exception.

Delhi is a city to eat your way through. Whether it is freshly made samosas and jalebi from the local shop around the corner or the incredible light flavorsome dishes that make up Southern Indian cuisine (as opposed to the North Indian curries most of us are more used to), there is no shortage of to-die-for cuisine in this town. Many people who visit India will return with tales of what the locals call “Delhi Belly” or as Hubby calls it “severe intestinal distress.” Since Hubby and I are seasoned travelers, we avoided this typical tourist pitfall by bringing our own local variety of “Mummy Tummy” with us.

The cure for these ailments that make the washroom your best friend is a simple course of antibiotics. The downside is that you can’t drink while you’re on this medication. “But we’re in Delhi – we have to drink!” I pouted. Due to this devilish predicament, we drank far less than we normally would. Which is not to say that we didn’t visit the all you can drink Sunday buffets or that we didn’t find ourselves at our favourite vodka bar, Aura, but we did so far less than usual since we had to time our bevvies around our individual courses of medication.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Hubby had two weeks of work in front of him, and I had two weeks of shopping in front of me. Delhi had no idea what it was in for!

Note: Most of the photos of India for the next few days are from previous trips. For some inexplicable reason, I forgot to take more than a handful this year.