| Speaking
of food...it was Indian all the way with the exception of recovering
from an intestinal attack from whatever it is that attacks. The pills
I brought with me took care of it in less than 24 hours. Everything
was cooked sauces and curd, a vegetarian paradise. I craved fresh salad
and vegetables, but knew it would end badly. Dinners at the Nordkill
were exemplary of more sophisticated cuisine: A Tongba-Sikkimese traditional
drink of fermented millet served in a wooden vessel with hot water poured
over (some alcoholic content). Then soup. The main course consisted
of chicken momo (Indian ravioli) with chutney, pork and spinach, noodles
with green peas, bambooshoot with curd, fiddlehead fern with fermented
cheese, black dal (lentils) on rice. Dessert was rice pudding. Too much
but great to taste the variety. Apologies to the hunger strikers. |
