Oct 2
Navigating over the uneven, potholed pavement, I struggle to keep up with my brother’s long, confident strides, as he leads us down a narrow pitch-black Soi. The only source of light emanates from flickering fluorescent signs of seedy Russian massage parlors that line the street. Taking note of my surroundings, I mockingly asked: “Where exactly are you taking us?”
The question was rhetorical and dripping with sarcasm, as I knew where we were going.
En route to Mumbai, we had a five-hour stopover in Hubli. To bide the time we went for breakfast at a small, hole in the wall, Indian style diner where Shawn introduced me to his favourite type of Indian bread, Puri.
Puri is a chapatti that puffs up into a balloon like shape when you fry it. It came with a dry coconut chutney and a samba style curry. The texture of the bread was undeniably satisfying... soft and chewy with a thin crispy outer coating. It was so good I almost ordered a second one! After our delicious breakfast we went in search of an internet café to pass some time, which is where I spent an hour trying to thwart the efforts of the sole employee from reading my private emails!
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I am an independent Film Producer and freelance Project Manager with a passion for travel, literature, culture and history. As an avid adventurer, I am always looking for my next travel destination!
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