Hotel Europa Inn
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... So when we arrived we got picked up by my uncle and cousin, the father and brother of the groom. As soon as we unpacked in the hotel we got a visitor: Vimlafai, my aunt from Veenendaal. Being around family was characteristic of the whole stay.
The first two days we were shopping for (traditional Indian) clothes, something that would not have been possible without the help of my uncles and aunts. The results can be found in the photo series. ...
The food in India is really nice. Traditional Indian food consists of a variety of different (mostly vegetarian) dishes. Some have the consistency of soup, they’re called dhal. Most people use dhal as a sauce on their rice. There are also a lot of different curries’, they are eaten with naan-bread or a pancake-like something called roti. Side dishes are mostly salads, chutney’s (or pickle’s) and small sweets. When ...
... beautiful! Nice, white houses with mosques in between as far as the eye can see. Turkey seems like a good choice for a next adventure abroad. Roy and I had to wait for a couple of hours. This meant we had time for tax-free shopping and a couple of beers. Transit time seemed not so bad after all.
Our second flight was in a bigger plane and was heading to Mumbai. The plane was equipped with personal dvd-players and luxurious seats. Every passenger got a blanket and a pillow, finally ...
... so we could have our own space, he explained. He dropped us off so we could catch up on some sleep (overnight buses in India are not exactly restful) and get ourselves sorted for lunch at the family home. We were feeling pretty spoiled already!
The first thing we learned about Gujarati folk is that they really love their food. You should have seen the spread that awaited us when we arrived for lunch. Buttered roti fresh from the hotplate, crunchy papadums, ...
... his Rohits mixed up from his Ishants, and with more pressing matters to attend to (more aviators to purchase), we left the hotel to whoops and hollers (for the team not us)
The day of the game arrived, my lurgy had gotten worse, alarm blaring away, and I wondered whether to cut my losses, stay in bed and watch the game on TV. An hour later and we - myself, Eggman and recently arrived Mr Long were Stadium-bound in ...