On Sunday having had a wonderful lunch with Madhu we had loosely planned to meet another friend again with the intention of taking him, or his family too, out to dinner. The loose plans looked like collapsing due to my lack of Internet connectivity and the problems with my mobile but we sorted out a visit to our friends home for some great Indian hospitality. A 45 minute Metro ride – my fifth Metro that day – saw us land up in the ever rising skyline of Gurgaon, one of Delhi’s satellite cities and home to many of the world’s biggest multi-nationals.
With my friend having a love of dark rum and a sense of humour any well-educated Brit* would be proud of the evening was always going to be good.
Emilia used her my-Dad-won’t-let-me-use-Facebook-on-holiday eyes to great effect and within minutes she was logged in. Amy’s ballet moves impressed the boys and Jane and I thought it was best that we sit still and drink up.
We’ve been slightly cautious about eating some of the food in India but homecooked food was never a concern and we tucked in to the Black Dal, Shahi Paneer and numerous other dishes that I’ve forgotten the names of. The food was great, the company wonderful and it’s really capped a great start to our holiday. To cap it all the driver for their gated commune drove us back to Delhi as we’d long missed the last Metro home. I hope one day we can re-pay the hospitality with some good old Toad-in-the-Hole and Roast Beef although I think I’m better at cooking Indian food.
To all of our new found friends in Delhi and Gurgaon, the time we’ve spent with you all has been made our time in Delhi fantastic but our time in this city has come to a close and Amritsar and it’s Golden Temple beckons.
UPDATE: After writing this article I ate at Kesar da Dhaba in Amritsar, the place famed for it’s Dal. I’ve got to say that tonight’s homemade Black Dal was far nicer.
* I’m not classing myself as one of these but the sharp-witted pleasant sarcasm is something I think I know well, for some reason.