Following on from my post on the street food thread, I thought it would be inneresting to hear people's gastronomic horror stories from their travels.
I've already mentioned my rat taco but another experience that makes me chuckle comes from a rather straight laced girl with whom I used to work.
Imagine one of those squeaky clean couples who are obsessed with hygiene to an OCD level.
Well, that's this couple.
So they go to India (!). On their first day in Calcutta(!) they
spot a chai wallah and decide to have a cuppa. Declining the paper cups into which he's about to decant their hot beverages, they delve into their backpacks and produce 2 plastic cups that they'd brought with them, giving each a good wipe with alcohol gel first.
They then hand the cups over to the wallah who then proceeds to strain the tea from the urn strapped to his back through the filthy vest that he was wearing into their 2 mugs.
ISTR they stayed in India for 24 hours before heading off to New Zealand.
I've already mentioned my rat taco but another experience that makes me chuckle comes from a rather straight laced girl with whom I used to work.
Imagine one of those squeaky clean couples who are obsessed with hygiene to an OCD level.
Well, that's this couple.
So they go to India (!). On their first day in Calcutta(!) they
spot a chai wallah and decide to have a cuppa. Declining the paper cups into which he's about to decant their hot beverages, they delve into their backpacks and produce 2 plastic cups that they'd brought with them, giving each a good wipe with alcohol gel first.
They then hand the cups over to the wallah who then proceeds to strain the tea from the urn strapped to his back through the filthy vest that he was wearing into their 2 mugs.
ISTR they stayed in India for 24 hours before heading off to New Zealand.
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