Yesterday (Sunday) One of the Russian para glider pilots was injured on launch and everybody was really sad.
We drank a lot of grog and got really drunk.
So,this morning, we didn't feel much like paragliding, but we did eventually launch at about 12:30.
I was thermal ling up to my target of 200m ASL, at which point I would have automatically left the hill to go cross-country when I decided that I had had enough!
So, I landed after only 30 minutes flying :)
In the evening, I visited a Tandoori place that I had spotted a few days ago. I have a real soft spot for any place that has a Tan dour oven :)
This Tan dour oven looked as if it had been built into an oil drum.
A Tan dour oven is a drum shape, like the drum on a top-loading washing machine and the sides and bottom are lined with clay.
They cook Naan bread by slapping the dough against the inside of the drum to cook, the guy as using a large smooth stone on which he placed the dough before slapping it against the inside of the drum so as not to burn his hands.
Real Naan brad cooked this was tastes infinitely better than the crap w at at home!
I had a really simple meal of Butter Naan, DaalFry and a curry made with kidney beans, all for A$2
The people of Ne pall are very poor indeed. The daily wage for many of the population is around 200-300 Rupees a day, which is A$4 - A$6
A large bottle of beer costs 160-200 Rupees, so, as you can imagine, the locals only drink beer on birthdays and other special occasions.
So, to combat this lack of alcohol, there is this local moonshine grog called 'Roxy'
Roxy is made from millet and rice and maybe many other things.. The first time I tasted it, I thought that it tasted foul, but I expect some batches are good, and at 50 Rupees for a large bottle which is enough to get 4 people fairly drunk, goes down well with the locals.
While I was ambling back to the hotel, I passed a group of 4 guys sitting around a table by the lake.. As I passed by, one of the guys asked if I was lost or needed help, as I was telling him that I eat too much an had to walk a lot, I noticed that they each had a glass of clear liquid poured from a plastic bottle, so I added "Drinking Roxy?"with a grin. They said, "Come drink some"
This batch was better than the one I had tasted before, but still not good.
So we sat, drank ad talked a little an then their supper arrived in a black plastic bag which was emptied into a metal bowl in the cent re of the table.
The guy proudly announced it as 'Buffalo bones' and that was exactly it, a steaming pile of 10cm sections of leg bones with pieces of gristle ad the odd meaty looking piece clinging to the outside.
I don't like eating this, it is one of the few things that really don't appeal to me, but they were anxious for me to try a little, so I found a meaty looking chunk that had been overlooked by whoever had stripped the bones of their meat and popped it into my mouth.
It didn't taste good, but I politely ate it before excusing myself and went back to sleep at the hotel.