Since it was Terri's last night in Delhi, and will soon be Jamie's last night in Delhi, we decided to treat ourselves to some Mediterranean food at Zo in Hauz Khas village.
We made it across the road on our own, without following any Indians. We did abandon Terri in the middle of the road for a minute but that was only because she didn't follow us when we hopped across. She was wearing fancy white clothes and was trying to keep them that way as long as possible. How that works for anyone here I have no idea. But eventually we all made it back together and wandered to Hauz Khas village, taking pictures as we went. There are ruins and temples and all that cool stuff that's everywhere in India.
We did some window shopping as we went. I hadn't been over there since we went to eat at the south Indian place during our first week, and I had no idea that quite so many stores were packed in back there. It's like a little maze of stone and towering buildings that look as though they might tip over at any minute. The stores are tiny for the most part and if there's anyone else in that are the time it will be neccesary for you to invade their personal space. Marianne decided that we'd have to go back on the weekend since we were planning on a dinner date while it was just us two. I saw many windows full of old Bollywood movie posters. The size of them was thankfully what prevented me from spending a lot more money. They are massive, but I found some nice smaller ones.
We finally made our way to Zo, which is a very lovely place. It smells of roses as you walk in which is both pleasant and a relief. The men working there look as pretty as it smells. Terri had been in a few times and made friends with Ankit, the owner, so we were well taken care of. Oh and he's also ridiculously handsome and charming. The power went out a couple times but as opposed to the home reaction of OOH! ~chatter chatter chatter~, people just carry on as if nothing is different. It's quite peaceful to eat by candlelight for a few minutes. It was the whole village so everything was dark except for our candles and however much moonlight makes its way through the smog. It always comes back on though. So far...
Terri and Marianne had a bottle of wine and our night was slightly silly from then on. We giggled, took a lot of pictures, talked to and about the cute men, ordered dessert, and decided that maybe they didn't want us to leave since they were reluctant to give us the check. Terri stayed behind to enjoy her cappucino, as she had to stay up until her ride to the airport came at about 3am. So the 4 of us went to find a rickshaw home. We all squeezed in to a single rickshaw, with Jamie on my lap, and the to-go dessert being balanced by everyone. All of this would have been highly illegal at home and I'm surprised every time I get out of a rickshaw without having suffered some sort of injury. But it's fun and cost 50 rupees (about a dollar) to get the 4 of us the mile or so back home safely and quickly. Sort of. I tried to tell them that we wouldn't be able to get in on the side where the mosque is (the gate is locked on Fridays because Friday is mosque day, and it would have been locked anyway because it was past 10) but after confirming this, rather than turning around and walking around the corner we went aaaall the way around the entire block to get to the main entrance, which is manned 24 hours a day. It was amusing but I was up for a walk anyway. And now we know this.
As usual when it's dark, we saw NO other women until we got up to the big gas station next to the entrance. The rest of them are smart enough to know where they are going in the dark I imagine. But with 4 of us together, I don't think we were too worried. I wasn't anyway. If I start seeing a lot of Indians bigger than me then I'll be more concerned.
But overall we had a lovely night, good food, good company, and we know Terri made it to her final destination ok. Wishing her well on her travels.
If you'd like to learn more about her travels and her mission, you can read about it here:
http://www.afreshchapter.com/
She's aiming to put together a foundation that sends cancer survivors, such as herself, to volunteer overseas.
We made it across the road on our own, without following any Indians. We did abandon Terri in the middle of the road for a minute but that was only because she didn't follow us when we hopped across. She was wearing fancy white clothes and was trying to keep them that way as long as possible. How that works for anyone here I have no idea. But eventually we all made it back together and wandered to Hauz Khas village, taking pictures as we went. There are ruins and temples and all that cool stuff that's everywhere in India.
We did some window shopping as we went. I hadn't been over there since we went to eat at the south Indian place during our first week, and I had no idea that quite so many stores were packed in back there. It's like a little maze of stone and towering buildings that look as though they might tip over at any minute. The stores are tiny for the most part and if there's anyone else in that are the time it will be neccesary for you to invade their personal space. Marianne decided that we'd have to go back on the weekend since we were planning on a dinner date while it was just us two. I saw many windows full of old Bollywood movie posters. The size of them was thankfully what prevented me from spending a lot more money. They are massive, but I found some nice smaller ones.
We finally made our way to Zo, which is a very lovely place. It smells of roses as you walk in which is both pleasant and a relief. The men working there look as pretty as it smells. Terri had been in a few times and made friends with Ankit, the owner, so we were well taken care of. Oh and he's also ridiculously handsome and charming. The power went out a couple times but as opposed to the home reaction of OOH! ~chatter chatter chatter~, people just carry on as if nothing is different. It's quite peaceful to eat by candlelight for a few minutes. It was the whole village so everything was dark except for our candles and however much moonlight makes its way through the smog. It always comes back on though. So far...
Terri and Marianne had a bottle of wine and our night was slightly silly from then on. We giggled, took a lot of pictures, talked to and about the cute men, ordered dessert, and decided that maybe they didn't want us to leave since they were reluctant to give us the check. Terri stayed behind to enjoy her cappucino, as she had to stay up until her ride to the airport came at about 3am. So the 4 of us went to find a rickshaw home. We all squeezed in to a single rickshaw, with Jamie on my lap, and the to-go dessert being balanced by everyone. All of this would have been highly illegal at home and I'm surprised every time I get out of a rickshaw without having suffered some sort of injury. But it's fun and cost 50 rupees (about a dollar) to get the 4 of us the mile or so back home safely and quickly. Sort of. I tried to tell them that we wouldn't be able to get in on the side where the mosque is (the gate is locked on Fridays because Friday is mosque day, and it would have been locked anyway because it was past 10) but after confirming this, rather than turning around and walking around the corner we went aaaall the way around the entire block to get to the main entrance, which is manned 24 hours a day. It was amusing but I was up for a walk anyway. And now we know this.
As usual when it's dark, we saw NO other women until we got up to the big gas station next to the entrance. The rest of them are smart enough to know where they are going in the dark I imagine. But with 4 of us together, I don't think we were too worried. I wasn't anyway. If I start seeing a lot of Indians bigger than me then I'll be more concerned.
But overall we had a lovely night, good food, good company, and we know Terri made it to her final destination ok. Wishing her well on her travels.
If you'd like to learn more about her travels and her mission, you can read about it here:
http://www.afreshchapter.com/
She's aiming to put together a foundation that sends cancer survivors, such as herself, to volunteer overseas.
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