Indian Takeaway

I decided to quit resisting this morning and made my way down to the Spice Bazaar, the little Indian takeaway on the main street of our town. They are open on Saturdays and Sundays for “breakfast,” but if that conjures up images of bacon and eggs to you then you are mistaken. The fare is samosas and various chutneys, and when I entered the place the only other customers were a table full of Indians who were chattering away and eating in the traditional style (with their fingers.) No knowledge of the food on my part did not prove a hindrance in this case as the proprietor was delighted to make a suggestion for my breakfast take away. Samosa Masala, with a coconut curry chutney was soon packaged in a bag for me to peddle back to the apartment. I think Jayne was pleased with the choice.

Last night we had dinner with Ronald and Jane at a Chinese restaurant overlooking the first beach we ever visited in Australia back in 2008. It was almost more food than we could handle, and it was a cool overcast evening to aid the digestion. After dinner we all came back to the apartment where a huge party was in progress next door. A great deal of shouting accompanied a thumping bass beat that made the walls vibrate, but when time came for going to bed we were able to escape the worst of the noise by retreating to the back bedroom. Tonight we are headed for a house party hosted by Cindy’s friend Barbara, and the other guests will all be South Africans. It should be interesting.