That WAS the plan.
For some reason, we were under the impression that the tour would take around 2 hours. We expected an easy stroll through the city, featuring a couple of stops at local food stands and hole-in-the-wall restaurants, to try genuine Indian cuisine. #AsRealAsItGets And I was told not to wear booty-bearing shorts or mid-drifts because the second leg of the tour was in a predominantly Muslim area. No problem. #IAintRatchet
Fun fact- Our Indian friends state-side warned us about eating and drinking all willy-nilly during our stay in India. We were told to pack ALL the Imodium, keep hand sanitizer on deck and to eat only at hotels and highly recommended establishments. And since I generally have the bubble-guts, I heeded the warning with the fierceness- eating only at hotels and avoiding the water, even going as far as brushing my teeth with bottled water and drinking only bottled water, wine (of course) and/or soft drinks #NoIce. So we were definitely excited to go on the Street Food Tour, but I was planning to mostly document it for y'all... the gastrointestinal distress of IBS is real, and I needs no help, lol.
The tour began at 5:30pm and we expected to be back at the spot no later than 8 to immediately hit the streets with Nyasha, so hubby and I dressed for a night out on the town... we had no idea that ish was about to get real. After getting fresh to death, we stopped by the hotel bar for
Fun fact- Previously, one of our drivers told us not to worry about putting on a seat belt because only the drivers are required to wear a seat belt in India #MissedThePointTho
We should’ve known things were going to go left that night after we got what can only be described as a bad omen. After stopping the car (in the middle of two lanes) to chat with a friend for 5 minutes, the driver makes an immediate wrong way turn down a one way street. Instinctively hubby and I looked at eachother like, 'dafuq!?'. Rather than make a u-turn, he tried going the wrong way down said one way street to cross into the correct lane . This didn’t work, as we were almost immediately t-boned by an oncoming car. #BuddhaTakeTheWheel
We survive the 5 minute trip to the train station, jump out and make our way to the meeting place for the street food tour. After passing through two sets of metal detectors that were both unattended #WhereTheyDoThatAt, we meet up with our guide and our tour-mates. #WhiteFolk
What we all thought was going to be a short walking tour, begins with us boarding a train and riding for two stops straight in to Pakistan... basically.
He knew we were coming so he decided to surprise us and tag along! By the way, he's been reading the posts and your comments and loves them! Make sure to #RealityGives !
Remember when we were walking down the street in Dhavari and a motorcycle came through? Imagine that times a million. There was a sea of people going about their business, shoulder to shoulder and every 5 seconds, a honking moped or motorcycle would race through the crowd. #HideYoKidsHideYoWife I almost lost my life twice. Folks walking in front of me would get out of the way at the last minute and leave me staring down a speeding motorcycle. It was crazy dangerous and ridiculously intense. But even more terrifying than that, was actually crossing the streets. Cars are flying pass and motorcycles are weaving between them, and traffic rarely stops. You have to walk between cars and hold your hand up and hope they hit the breaks for you. Locals bang on the hoods and sides of cars with their hands, like 'let me through, boo!'. I can't cross a regular street (without a crosswalk and light... #I'llWait) so y'all know I was losing it.
Meanwhile Nyasha was at the Trident lobby, sipping on a cocktail, waiting for us. I texted her about the situation and she said, 'THIS IS INDIA! No worries, be safe and have fun! But be safe, tho' She went back home and any hopes for a turn up were dashed. *ugly cry* Back to the adventure--
Then back to the spot--