Delhi belly, number two.

The colours of Udaipur.

Oh Delhi belly, I've heard so much about you. And taken every extra precaution to avoid meeting you. And after my experience at Bademiya's, I thought I had.  

For those of you who aren't familiar with this term, Delhi belly isn't a cute way of expressing overindulgance when it comes to eating Indian food, but some, rather unpleasant after-effects.

Udaipur street channa.

Those three words my brother will utter, haunting me full of regret. But how can you not be entranced by those wheels? By those colours? And that intoxicating smell of fried food? I figured, it does seem like everything is being cooked, no raw, India-water here.  So we dove right in... that is, until we saw the vendor scoop water from an unknown source, and pour it over the channa, and I mean all over.

Well, at least in regards to street food, we won't have to worry in the future about our curiosity getting the best of us.

Channa to the left, pani puri
in the middle, fried shells to the right.

Just a couple of regulars,
getting their daily pani puri fix.

If you can't fight 'em, join 'em.