I’m reporting dank, drizzly and cold from London. It is hard to believe that its still August.
The last two weeks has been interesting. Following the meltdown of my darling laptop which automatically led to heartbreak, I hauled my backside again, to one of my grandmother’s house in Merthyr Tydfill, Wales (insert mocking snort here).
This time the trip was peppered with a visit to Swansea, a refreshing mint and watermelon juice, the drool-worthy chocolate brownie from the Welsh Christ Cathedral’s cafeteria (they are the stuff legends are made of). It was also a fortnight of mutton curries, bacon and eggs for breakfast, strawberry granitas with cola, ice-cream cones along the sea side in Swansea and driving along the meandering roads through Brecon Beacons. The trees aligned on the mountain reminded me of illustrations in old Dutch children’s books.
Posted by Amrita on August 20, 2011
“No more coffee,” I tell myself. I put down the plastic cup of watery airline coffee and look around. The elderly man next to me snores softly with a newspaper in his hands. I want to sleep as well but my nausea is keeping me awake. I try not to think about the journey ahead of me. Twenty-four more long hours of flying, waiting and riding. Hopefully, I’ll be able to catch a few winks on the longer flight to Heathrow.
I am also looking forward to going to Wales. Let’s leave alone the fact that I’m going to be putting up at one of my grandmothers’ homes, while I look for a new apartment in London. In retrospect, it was utterly foolish of me to give up my old apartment. Also, I have a lesson for you: Do not trust 22 year old students who promise to let out their apartments to you as a transition space. Apparently, the above-mentioned women can be fickle-minded and might just prefer their best-friends over you, leaving you momentarily homeless.
If I survive the next 24 hours I will write to you again.
Hopefully, with a recipe.
Posted by Amrita on August 5, 2011
My semi-weekend was spent well, loitering about London visiting a few old favourites and a few new ones. On the upside, I loaded up on macarons and strawberry tarts from Laduree and Patisserie Valerie and on the downside, Harrods is still heaving with an unbelievably insane crowd due to the “Sale”.
I like to think that it was this crowd that pushed me brutally towards the Food Hall. And I blame them for forcing me to buy a couple of darling little poussins.
And of course you cannot really go about town in London without spending a few quids on clothes, shoes and accessories. And so I did. A gorgeous Jane Norman number in black and purple, a pair of leather wedges from Aldo and a yellow carry-all from River Island. Bounty? Oh yes.
The whole experience was obviously a break from my daily routine of curling up under the duvet and type away at the laptop and cooking poached egg curries (that invariably get slightly burnt on the underside). Three days, no worries. Ashwin and I lunched at China Town where he tried chicken’s feet for the first time and then keeled over when he realised there were more bones than flesh. But at least he spent two hours learning to use chopsticks at Busaba Eathai over a bowl of pad-thai and a crab soup. We spent Friday evening (after drenching ourselves to the bone in rain) sipping hot chocolates at Freggo, a teeny-weeny little cafe right behind Nat Geo at Piccadilly Circus, the almost dark alley gleaming in front of us. Another lunch included monstrous burgers at Byron, after dragging heavy shopping bags around Shepherd’s Bush. A stroll through the Tate and Burlington Arcade added the finishing touches to the weekend. And that was just what I needed to clear my head and refresh myself.
And now, the pictures.
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