Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Streets of Bangalore

There are pavements here but noone walks them (experiences lead us to the conclusion it's because it smells worse along the walls).

It was in Bangalore where we learned to cross heavily trafficked roads safely by simply put your shoulder next to an Indian who is about to cross. Or, in difficult cases, stick to a crossing rickshaw.

At a fruit stand I saw this massive gooseberry, thrice as big as a Swedish one. When I asked about them he gave me one. Photo proof of it's bigness will come. Taste was bitter, sour and when I chewed it, it sounded as if a bit an apple.

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