From 1983 a 2009 attacks, car bombs and suicide girls were the daily norm. And with them a feeling of generalized fear. Everything in town was arrested. Everything? Not. En una pequeña explanada una vieja tradición se mantuvo ajena al temor y la prudencia de aquel tiempo; los domingos del Galle Green Face.
Glued to the walls are wooden benches with straw mats, and very close to the fire bed inn owners. Calendars, images of Shiva and Durga, a small family altar full of incense, rice, vermilion powder, and flower petals.
I had to go back to for more Pilsen. When returning the dish is almost finished and the whole yard smells like coconut and chilli. At the last moment add the fish and crabs and rectify the seasoning. A moment more and the pot is ready. "And with iguana, Randy, as was the rondón with iguana ... "And Randy, nostalgic, takes a swig of beer, and, squinting, casts a long, deep sigh.
While the first bottle we racksi2 I ask why Rohit newaris bars are much dirtier than a shoe store or a grocery store. Not knowing what to say shrugs and takes a sip of rice wine.
Eating on the street is much more than just "eat". It is an experience for all senses. No it is calle solo restaurant, but to break hierarchies, putting all level, sitting side by side next to people who do not know. It is a world to see and be seen.
I've eaten nuts, two coffees, nibbled a bit of pineapple and spicy tuna swallowed a dumpling and potato. I'm fat and happy. We continue to gain height, and forest clearing will, giving way to the tea fields. Waterfalls, women collecting leaves, white factories, tiny villages and Hindu temples.