#afghan street food

[wannab-urs]

Savior Complex

Pairing: Javier Peña x reader 

Summary: Javi wants to take care of you, but you won’t let him

Warnings: angst, brief not quite smut, horny thoughts, food mention, toxic relationship, reader is wearing a skirt but is otherwise undescribed, javi grabs you in a nonsexual way, arguing. WC: ~570

A/N: Written for @beskarandblasters Phoebe Bridgers Drabble Challenge

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He rolls the windows up against the onslaught of rain, but doesn’t put out his cigarette. He needs it, truly, with you riding shotgun. He doesn’t really know how he keeps ending up in this situation, tangled up in your mess, except that when you call he answers. 

Javi is trying to concentrate on driving, but your activities in the passenger seat are making it exceedingly difficult. The car veers slightly to the right as you take two of his fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue over his sensitive fingertips. He nearly drops his cigarette trying to right the car. God your tongue feels good. He glances over at you to catch the sight of your pretty lips stretched over his fingers. His cock presses tightly against the zipper of his jeans. 

He pulls his hand free and tries to slip it under your skirt, but you stop him. You’re constantly riling him up just to push him away at the last moment. It’s a game for you, he thinks, and he hates it. But it makes it all that much better when you do let him in. 

He pulls up to his apartment and follows you up the stairs. Inside, he heads to the kitchen to get food and water for you. Other than the beers, he only has left over empanadas from the deli down the street and a bottle of mustard in his fridge. He reheats the empanadas so you have something warm to eat and sets them in front of you where you’ve curled up on his couch. 

You tell him you’re not hungry and he rolls his eyes. You refuse to let him take care of you – throwing every attempt back in his face – but you keep calling him to rescue you. He sighs and tells you he’s going to bed. He’s too tired to have a fucking pissing contest over you not eating his leftovers. He shuffles off to bed, hoping you’ll join him. 

–-

You don’t join him. You know he wants you to, but you just can’t tonight. You can feel a storm brewing, a fight that will threaten to burn down Javi’s government issued apartment. But that’ll be in the morning. Tonight, you wrap up in his afghan and curl up on the shag rug on the floor. 

You sleep well until your nightmares wake you screaming. Javi comes running in to help, to save you. But you don’t want him anywhere near you right now. He yells at you for not letting him help you. You scream back that you don’t need his fucking pity. You throw his afghan at him, stuff your feet back into your shoes and take off out the door. Javi chases you, grabs your arm and presses you up against a wall. 

You’re going to let me take care of you or you’re going to stop calling me for help. You don’t get to keep doing this to me. 

And he sounds so serious you nearly believe he’d stop answering your calls, but you both know that’s never actually going to happen. You kiss him instead of explaining why you’re like this. You crave him, his closeness, but you can never open up to him about the things you’ve been through, nor can you bear the burden of his secrets in return. 

He drags you back up to the apartment to take care of you the only way you’ll ever let him. 

[magpiepills]

Promises Broken

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Javier Pena x f! Reader, Javier pena x unnamed OC

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: what happens after you knock Javi up?

Warnings: SMUT, SENSITIVE TOPICS, DO NOT READ THIS IF IT MIGHT UPSET YOU. Abortion, drinking, smoking, PIV, oral- f receiving, fingering, mpreg, sad Javi, absolute nonsense. No editing no beta, nothing like that.

A word from the author: there’s no reason for this other than @schnarfer and I thinking it’s kinda funny. Thank you to the folks who read the original, Promises, Promises

Javier shifts uncomfortably in the metal folding chair. The tv plays quietly in the corner, some tv judge bangs a gavel, someone coughs, a telephone rings, a chair scrapes against the worn linoleum floor. These things irritate him. Everything irritates him. His back has a twinge and his tits are sore. You still don’t answer the phone and he wishes he hadn’t memorized your number.

He’s assigned a number at the front desk and when it is called he is handed a clipboard full of forms to fill out. He balances it on his knee and scowls, unable to let go of his irritation. He didn’t even want you anymore. He only kept calling because he hoped you might chip in on the abortion. He certainly wasn’t keeping it. Sure, for a moment he thought maybe he should. He thought of his parents, he thought of the future. But he was here, alone, and living in the present, so he had to do what he had to do.

He filled out the form, writing as neatly as he could. After a long wait in that damned chair he finally got called back. An exam, a litany of questions, a knowing look, and a package of pills that he tucked into his leather jacket along with a list of instructions.

Steve was waiting in the car across the street. The men didn’t speak until they were back on the other side of town.

“You want to get some lunch?”

Food was the last thing Javi wanted.

“Just drop me off, Steve. And let’s just keep this between us, alright?”

“Sure. Sure. I don’t know anything. Didn’t see you today.”

Javi softened, nodding as he got out of the car. “Thanks.”

Inside his apartment, he turned on the tv, switching channels until he found a channel playing reruns of Gunsmoke. It reminded him of home. He took his pill and settled back on the couch, afghan draped around his shoulders. same couch you’d fucked him on with a weary sigh, and tried to sleep. Matt Dillon never had these problems. He pitied himself, he slept fitfully, he took the next day off work, blaming a migraine.

The rest of the week passed, and Javi’s mood didn’t lift. He worked as long as he could, spending as much time away from the office as possible. Even if it wasn’t strictly necessary, he would sit in his Jeep with the window cracked, chain smoking and stewing, logging his time in thought as “surveillance.”

You’d used him. Almost made a mother of him, and you couldn’t even say goodbye. The hot tears that burnt his cheeks only pissed him off.

Javi needed a drink by the time he made it back to his apartment. He ate leftover take out, and added to the mountain on unwashed laundry beside the bed.

On Friday, Steve cornered him at his desk. “Connie wants to go out tonight,” he said, with a resignation that suggested the matter was settled.

“So take her out, you don’t need my permission,” Javi grumbled, annoyed at the invitation made out of what he assumed was pity. He didn’t want to be cheered up. He didn’t want to talk.

He thought he’d gotten his point across until a small and determined fist rapped on his door at 6:45.

Connie stood expectantly, purse on her shoulder, husband cowed just down the corridor.

“Come on. Zip up your pants. We’re going.”

Javi opened his mouth to argue, but closed it again and took his wallet from its spot on the counter and pocketed his keys, following behind his friend’s wife just as she knew he would.

The bar was smoky. Popular with locals and foreigners alike, the drinks were strong and the lights were dim and the music was loud enough that Javi found himself unable to think. He was happy for the break from his thoughts.

Steve and Connie tried to talk over the noise but little of what they said made it to his ears. Javi surveyed the crowd, recognizing a fair number of people, clocking a few of the prostitutes he knew, a few of his CIs, and among them, one pretty woman he’d never seen before. Pretty, short, brunette, smiling and dancing, and looking directly at him.

Javi ashed his cigarette and made a beeline toward her. It was an easy sell. He leaned close so she could hear him offer to buy her a drink from the bar or to make one much better back at his. He flashed his badge, and she took his hand, following him out into the night. In the cab on the way home, he kissed her, asked her if she wanted to come on his fingers or on his face first. She didn’t smell like you, though, didn’t kiss him like you did. She was great, but she wasn’t you. He tried to put you out of his mind.

He tried not to think about you when he sucked her clit hard, when he opened her with two thick fingers and when he guided her onto her knees and gripped the plush, tan flesh of her hips, burying his condom-wrapped cock deep in her pussy that didn’t quite fit him like yours did. He held back, not pounding her as hard or as fast as he would with you. He held her after she came on him with a pretty cry of his name, but the fun was over.

“I’ll call you,” Javi promised at the doorway as you gathered your purse and coat, leaving soon in the cab he called for you.

“No you won’t,” she laughed and kissed him goodbye.

Even if he knew she was right, the rejection stung a little, it hung in the air as he watched her climb into the yellow car. Regret crept up his neck.

Javi showered, body loose and tired under the hot water, he soaped himself, rinsed, and brushed his teeth. He put on the cleanest boxers he had left and turned out the lights.

Before he could get into his bed, before he could throw an old tshirt over the damp spot on his sheets, he heard another knock on his door.

“Fuck me.”

It was well after one in the morning, and if Steve was here to bust his balls over leaving early to get laid, he might deck him. His right hand was curled preemptively into a fist when he opened the door, but he quickly dropped it when he saw you, standing there, smiling, bottle of whiskey in your hand.

[calaisreno]

Days on End

Day 7 of MayPrompts2024

221 words / Prompt: Calm

Sometimes Sherlock doesn’t talk for days on end. John doesn’t mind.

The comfortable clatter of the surgery isn’t exactly stressful, but the constant need to put on a smile when he enters an examination room, to listen as a patient spools out their story at painful length, circling around the real issue— these things are stressful. The give and take with the staff, the constantly ringing telephone— why these should grate on him more than the eerie silence of the Afghan desert or the sudden thunder of artillery fire is a mystery.

He returns home to the flat, and Sherlock is still stretched out as he was when John left hours ago. Noise from the street is remote, muffled. Inside 221B might as well be an undiscovered tomb. It’s peaceful. 

“Thai?”

Sherlock hums. 

Food arrives; they eat without a word.

There are days when Sherlock paces and grumbles to himself and shouts. He walks across the furniture and throws things that are in his way. A pen goes flying in front of John’s face. A teacup lies broken on the floor. John might be annoyed at the chaos, weary of the clutter, but he’s never bored.

And after these small storms, there is the violin. John falls asleep at night to Tchaikovsky or Mendelssohn, and has no nightmares. 

Quiet is bliss.

@lisbeth-kk @keirgreeneyes @totallysilvergirl @ninasnakie @friday411 @raina-at @meetinginsamarra

[bu1410]

Palermo - Italy

Hotel du Lac - Tunis

Hammamet - Tunisia

Costantine - Algeria

Fez - Morocco

Casablanca - Downtown

Typical Moroccan ''Grand Taxi

Benalmadena - Spain

Good evening TUMBLR - March 4th - 2024

From today , in order not to boring my 3 or 4 readers, I decided to alternate the writing of my work's experience, with holidays/vacation's adventures.

I hope that will make my writing less boring and more various.

Neverthekess, the overall title remains the same':

''Mr. Plant has owed me a shoe since July 5, 1971."

Ch. I - August 1975 - Italy - Tunisia – Algeria – Morocco – Spain – France – Italy.

So me and my ''partner in crime'' Gianluigi, we decided to make a Mediterramean circumnavigation: the Citroen DS19 purchased from by Mr. Proserpio, Gianluigi's uncle, for the modest sum of 300,000 lire (150 euros) we hope it will take us on a journey through six countries. The travel from Milan to Palermo was smoothly. It should be noted that the works on the Salerno – Reggio Calabria highway section (especially in the Lagonegro area) were already underway, and will continue for many years to come. Once in Palermo, we slept the night in a moribund AGIP Motel, an attempt by ENI (italian Hydrocarbur Giant) to provide Italy with a network of decent and not excessively expensive motels, obviously doomed to failure.

TUNISIA We board the ship to Tunis early in the morning and the got first surprise: on the ferry there is Mr. Mastelloni, a very popular Italian comedian at that time, of which no one ever really understood what he was, artistically speaking I mean. However, it was easy to understand: he was accompanied by a young ''blondy boy'' with blue eyes, similar to the main carachter of ''Death in Venice'' movie. As well as by two whiskey-coloured Afghan dogs, which were ''trendy'' at that time. We spent the night standing up, since we had a bridge ticket, so we slept little and badly on the sofas in the on-board bar. After docking in Tunis and disembarking, we understood that we were behind everyone at the customs check. A business card from the son of the Tunisian Minister of Industry, in Gianluigi's possession, comes to our aid (we have to deliver to this guy two sample chairs produced by G. Luigi's workshop for possible approval and export). As soon as the local policeman saw the business card, he immediately made us leave the queue, and in an instant, followed by the protests of the other passengers in the queue under the midday sun, we were outside the fence of Tunis port. We stay overnight at the Hotel du Lac, a building with the strange shape of an inverted pyramid: from the window of our room, on the 22nd floor, it was easy to see the sidewalk about 60 meters below: ''Let's hope that the building doesn't tip over this very night'' I told my friend. In the evening we take a tour of the old Medina, with dinner in a typical restaurant: large crevettes dish with a unique flavor at a price at which in Italy you would eat a sandwich on the street! For the rest, at the time, there was no nightlife, the clubs were all closed, in a sort of early lockdown. The following day, after having delivered the chairs to the Minister's son (followed by his exaggerated thanks) we left for Hammamet, where we would treat ourselves to a couple of days of relaxation before embarking on the journey to Algeria. And here I must make a premise: Tunisia in 1975 was a nation that was emerging from the long post-colonial period, and was governed by a Socialist regime. The ''Mediterranee hotel'', where we stayed, was a typical expression of this management: the various activities of the hotel - kitchen, rooms, swimming pool, beach -were managed by various cooperatives.

The result was simply disheartening. On the access staircase to the restaurant, in a glass showcase, the day's food was displayed: lunch with tomato-colored soup where 2 crevettes were floating - green salad with tomatoes, carrots, peppers and hard-boiled eggs. Two flies flew happily inside the box… and then there was nothing else…. In the hotel lobby we come in touch with a group of Italians from Abeille Insurance on a reward trip. The wife of one of them, a tall, large guy weighing at least 120 kg, takes us by the arms and, speaking in a low voice, she asked: - ''I saw that you have a car, right? - ''Yes, I answer cautiously… - - Well, the Lady continues – I ask you a favor, would you take my husband to eat in the city this evening? We are willing to pay for dinner for you too, there is no problem, please, we have been here for three days, my husband doesn't eat anything that is offered to us, and this morning when he got out of bed he almost fainted to the floor ……'' Well, the rumors spread at fast speed: attracted by the possibility of ''eating'' in the evening, 8 Italians found us and board our the Citroen before we can say anuthing! We choose the ''Barberousse restaurant''and we were threated with excellent grilled meat and local rosé wine – our guests had a sort of big binge, and all of them filled several take away containers. After the dinner, while wandering around the Medina of Hammamet, we understand the reason for Mr. Mastelloni's trip to Tunisia: some advert on the walls inform us that the 'Deuxieme Festival des Homosexuelles'' (the 2nd Homosexual Festival) was underway in a nightclub of the city!!! We were really astonished that in a Muslim country such kind of festival could take place. After a two-day stay where we also discover that around the hotel swimming pool yet another cooperative cooks excellent meat and fish brochette, we set off for Algeria.

ALGERIA The Tunisian state roads have good asphalt, and the journey was smooth till the border. The formalities at the Tunisian border post were completed in a few minutes. Then a couple of kilometers of ''No Man's Land'' took us to the Algeria border post.

The police shack was in very bad shape. The immigration policeman at first doesn't believe it was me on passport picture. (I had a mustache in the passport photo). Than he went back into the guard post box with both of our passports. After about twenty minutes, the Algerian policeman opened the shack's window and, shouting incomprehensible words in Arabic, literally throwed our passports at us! I stop Gianluigi from replying, I collect the passports and said ''merci Monsieur, au-revoir'' we finally left: certainly not a good welcome to Algeria!

Algeria is a land that is iconographically symbolized by deserts and dunes, but the region we pass through instead appears to us as a sort of ''African Switzerland''. Kabylia is mountainous and green and in the distance you can see numerous flocks of sheep and cows. The farms are bordered by well-maintained fences. We travelled quickly, and in the evening we arrived in Constantine. We pass impressed on the famous Sidi M'Cid: a 164 m long suspended bridge that crosses the Rhumel river in Constantine. It was opened to traffic in April 1912 and until 1929 it was the highest bridge in the world, standing at considerable height of 175 m. The next day we were traveling towards the North-West - at midday we have a quick lunch in white Algiers: its kasbah is still impressive but we had no intention of stopping there. And then away again, the roads were worse than the Tunisian ones; the asphalt is often full of potholes or completely missing. This is despite the country being a large oil producer, so asphalt should be available at very low cost. It was evening when we arrived in Sidi Bel Abbes and for the overnight stay we choose the pompous ''Intercontinental'' an old hotel built during the French occupation of the country. The rooms were dirty, sheets not washed since when? Bathrooms with taps from which a trickle of water flows slowly. The dinner, however, is a farce: - ''What are you offering for dinner''? - ''Des pates avec sardines'' (Spaghetti with sardines) - ''Et apres''? (And after''? - ''Des sardines'' (Sardines) - ''Chaude''………….(hot…) The next morning we literally escaped from the Intercontinental and pass through Tlemcen. From the main road it was possible to have a glimpse of the vineyards of the famous ''Coteux de Mascara'' rosé wine planted by the French. During the years of the civil war from 1991-1995, all the vineyards were removed. At the Western Algerian border we were lucky, and we crossed without problems. Further on, after the usual 2 kilometers of no man's land, at the Moroccan border post of Zouij Beghal a singular encounter: four Italians from Venice traveling in an Opel Rekord: - ''Where do you come from?'' we asked them

- From the Cape North'' - ''Cape North''? - Yes, we have few days holidays, and we promised ourselves to run from Padua to Cape North – than Morocco – Algeria – Tunisia – Italy. - ''Ahh….ok …''vaste programme''……. good continuation guys ….''

MOROCCO In the meantime, the Moroccan policeman kindly asked us to give a lift till the first village to an elderly lady that was carrieng a box containing four chickens. It is very common practice in Morocco, being asked to give a lift of stranded people. Once left the lady at the Attamiaas souk, our journey continued towards Oujda, the first important Moroccan city on the road to South-West. The route was very tormented, with ups and downs among the stony hills and sudden, very steep descents towards the ouadis and their unsafe bridges. We were crossing one of these bridges, where the road narrows sharply, when, about halfway through it, suddenly a blue Mercedes Grand Taxi enters the bridge from the opposite side!!! The Mercedes star on the hood of the car seems to get bigger and bigger as the taxi gets closer to us! In this situation - Gianluigi was driving - the only thing to do would be to stop and lean the car as much as possible against the balustrade of the bridge. Which - for inscrutable reasons - my friend didn't do! In fact I had the feeling that he speeds up in an (useless) attempt to reach the opposite end of the bridge before the Mercedes meet us! By then we understood that two cars cannot pass on the bridge at the same time, and we huddle closer and closer to the right parapet of the bridge, fearing the impact of the bodies at any moment! WHICH HAPPENED ! But… after a skid I believe due to the blow received on the side of the Citroen by the Mercedes, my friend managed to put the car back in the right direction!! We arrived on the other side of the Ouadi and we find ourselves at the first lay-by and we stop – for a moment we didn't had the strength to go down and check the damage to the car. In the meantime we realize that the blue taxi, far from stopping, has disappeared up the opposite slope. At this point Gianluigi took out a providential bottle of whiskey from the cardboard box, purchased on the ship between Palermo and Tunis! A couple of sips and we recover from the scare! It was needed!! Finally we got out of the car and realize that the end part of the left side of car's bodywork was missing! The impact with the Mercedes detached it. As we run back, and we see it lying in the middle of the bridge: it was a little battered, but once we returned to our car, we manage to put it back in his place: everything was resolved with a great scare and minor damage to the car, but it

could have gone much worse: the clash could have thrown us further down, onto the dry riverbed of the Ouadi and than perhaps I wouldn't be here to tell you about it…… After a couple of hours (and after a few further sips of whiskey because every now and then the memory of the narrow escape came back to us) we arrived in Fez.

Fez was founded under the rule of the Idrisids during the 8th-9th centuries AD. It initially consisted of two autonomous and competing settlements. Successive waves of mainly Arab immigrants from Ifriqiya (Tunisia) and al-Andalus (Spain/Portugal) in the early 9th century gave the nascent city its Arab character. After the fall of the Idrisid dynasty, other empires came and went until the 11th century, when the Almoravid sultan Yusuf ibn Tashfin united the two settlements in what is today the neighborhood of Fes el-Bali. Under Almoravid rule, the city gained a reputation for religious culture and mercantile activity. Fez reached its peak in the Marinid era (13th-15th centuries), regaining its status as a political capital. Numerous new madrasas and mosques were built, many of which survive today, while other structures were restored. These buildings are counted among the distinctive features of the Moorish and Moroccan. We stayed at the Moorish-style hotel les Merinides, where in the evening we had a delicious dinner of local dishes. The night was spectacular, the hotel stood on a hill and I cannot forget the view of the city lights, and of the sky illuminated by the full moon and a myriad of stars. The next day, unfortunately (in the sense that with hindsight we should/could have taken more advantage of the hospitality of Fez…) we left again for Casablanca, our final Moroccan destination. Yes, because August 15th was approaching, the date on which we had an appointment with the Mr. Proserpio in Benalmadena, on the Costa del Sol, Spain. Now my three readers need to consider an important factor: we are in 1975, so no cell phones, no computers etc and international calls between Morocco and Europe were very problematic. We arrived in Dar El Baida (Casablanca) and the problem arises of finding the Toubkal hotel (a structure we found in Morocco's tourist brochures). As soon as we arrive in the city, we notice a fruit and vegetable shop: I stopped, get out of the car and show off my French knowledge (I studied it in middle school, and my teacher would be proud of me…) I ask the greengrocer: - Excuse me Monsieur, the direction to go to the Toubkal hotel? - And he ''The Toubkal Hotel''? T'as dit l'Hotel Toubkal??? Ahh yes……Wait…. one minute……'' I saw returning from the shop with two very fat Maroccan women, together by bags and bags of fruit and vegetables. Whereupon the rear doors of the Citroen are opened, and everything - bundled women, vegetables, fruit is introduced into the car!! Then the greengrocer approaches the window and says to me:

''Elles save ou' est l'hotel Toubkal, elles vont vous donner la management''! Au revoir, M'salamah! '('They know where the Toubkal hotel is, they will give you the management''! Goodbye)

So we set off again, and at every crossroads I was asking: ou'? And the women: ''a droite - a gauche-tout droite'' (Where to go''? and the women ''To the right - to the left - go straight...''). We end up leaving the city, and it occurs to me that the Toubkal hotel is near the Place des Nations Unies, therefore in the city centre……. You should know that the Moroccans have established a scale of values of ''shrewdness'' of nationalities where obviously they are in first place - les Marocain sont de raquins (Moroccans are like sharks) and all the others are more or less imbeciles. According to this scale, the Japanese are considered the most badmouthed, followed by the Germans and the English - Italians and French are nationalities that should not be trusted too much… Well, when we now understood that we have been victims of a typical ''Moroccan'' scam, the women say ''ici ici'' (here...here) and tell us to stop - we were in a suburban street, and so we asked the women: So where is hotel Toubkal '' ? They get out of the car, look at each other perplexed and then at

'in unison, throwing their hands in the air in the typical Arab expression, they tell us: ''ça moi je ne sait pas…'' (This I dont know) and disappear with all their belongs! We than continued following the signs for Center Ville until we reached the aforementioned square and then finally, in a side street, the Toubkal hotel. We spent a couple of pleasant days in Casablanca, visiting mosques and the waterfront, eating exquisite Atlantic fish dishes and drinking excellent Moroccan wines (Rosé Boulaone – Red Guerrouane). We spent the evening at the (reconstructed) coffee shop from the famous movie ''Casablanca'' at the Hyatt hotel: waiters in period uniforms, delicious dishes, mint tea served in an exemplary manner.

And then we started the journey to Spain: Tangier (Tanja as the Moroccans call it) was the first stop over on the way back to North. While waiting for the ferry that will take us to Algeciras, across the Strait of Gibraltar, we stay in an old hotel, Les Almohades, directly on the seafront. In the evening we go out for a walk on the promenade, before dinner, and we were approached by a Moroccan guy who was dragging himself on homemade crutches. Like all Tangerois he was fluent in at least three foreign languages, and he offered us ''hierba, buena cossa……'' (hashish) and then kif, the ''smoke'' of Moroccan production. Gianluigi senses the deal (if he brings it to Spain he will be able to resell it at a good profit) and buys a couple of pieces.

''Good - says my friend - let's take him to the hotel and then go out for dinner'' But at this point the limping Moroccan changed register and becomes annoying - suddenly some friends of the guy materialize who - following our steps - sing and shout like:

''hierbaaaa…… hieerbaaaa los hombres tenern hierbaaaa…policia…policiaaaaa'' (Hashish......hashish.....this guys have hashish...). My friend immediately come up with a plan: ''Let's get to the first street, turn the corner and then start running uphill towards our hotel – we'll get rid of the ''stuff'' before entering the lobby. No sooner said than done, once we reach the corner we started running! The chasers understood the game, and started running too, always shouting! With a great surprise, looking back, we discovered that the limper has thrown his crutches to the ground and he was running like a new Usain Bolt!! We manage to maintain a certain advantage, and arrived near the hotel and Gianluigi throwed the package of stuff into a rubbish bin, as we enter the hotel. We went up to the room, and with the lights off we were looking down to the street: the pursuers have arrived, and after a meeting with their neighbors, they head to the rubbish bins, where they recovered the stuff! And then, not satisfied, they direct sneers at us towards the window where they suppose we are observing the scene of their triumph! It was like that Gianluigi's career as a ''smoke trafficker'' ended, before it even began.

Early in the morning we boarded one of the first ferries to Algericiras. After a quiet Strait of Gibartar crossing, and having traveled the 120 km that separate Algeciras from Benalmadena, we arrived at the residence where – supposingly – Mr. Proserpio & Family were waiting for us. We had managed to reserve an apartment for the entire month of August - the Proserpio family would stay there for 15 days, with Gianluigi and me for the rest of the month.

Citron DS19 Pallas

[foodandfolklore]

The Wooden Sword

A Jewish folktale that has had many well made children's stories made. I hear It was born in the Jewish Communities of Afghanistan, but I'm not 100% clear on that. The story typically follows the Afghan King who suffers from insomnia and decides to go out into the kingdom and see how his people live. When he sees the poorest people living happily, he has a hard time understanding how they can be so happy without financial security. They, the Jewish family, claim they are sure God will help them find a way no matter what. So the king decides to challenge that by making earning money harder and harder for the Jewish family, only for them to impress him with their resilience and wit.

I found this version of the story from a religious education website. There are cues where audience interaction is encouraged from the children they are sharing this story with. Since I'm not presenting in such a way, I'll go a head and edit these ques out.

The Wooden Sword

Once, on a summer night in the country Afghanistan, the ruler Shah Abbis changed out of his fancy robes and left his palace dressed as a peasant to enjoy the evening air and to wander through the streets unnoticed. He walked and walked until he reached the poorest section at the edge of the town. He soon heard joyful singing coming from a dimly lit cottage. As he peered in the window he saw a man sitting at a table. He was eating and singing and giving thanks to God. The shah was astonished to see such a poor man in such good spirits and so he asked if he might come in as a guest.

After accepting food and drink the shah asked the man how he earned his living. "I am a poor Jew," he said. "I wander the streets and fix shoes, and in this way I earn enough money to buy all the food I need for one day."

"But what will happen to you when you are too old to work?" asked the shah.

"Oh, I do not have to worry about that," the man said happily. "God blesses me day by day, and I know that somehow there will always be enough."

The shah returned to his palace and took off his peasant disguise. He was determined to test the faith of this man. The next day he proclaimed: "No one is allowed to fix shoes for pay!"

When the Jew went to work, he was astonished to learn of the new law. "What is he going to do if he can't fix shoes and earn money?"

Here's what he did. He lifted his eyes to heaven and he prayed, "God, the Shah has made it against the law for me to fix shoes. But I know you will help me to find a new job." He looked around and saw some people carrying water. He decided that he too would become a water carrier.

The Jew carried water to and from the town well and sold it to people, for the rest of the day. And in that way he earned just enough money to buy food for one day.

The shah again disguised himself and returned to the man's house. He was very surprised to find the man again singing joyfully and eating. "How are you?" he asked upon entering. "I heard of the law and had to see how you had survived the day."

"God did not abandon me today," the Jew answered happily. "The shah closed one door, but God opened another to take its place. I am now a water carrier."

The shah took his leave again. He issued another proclamation: no one was to carry water for pay. Again the Jew wondered how he could earn money if it was against the law to carry water. But again he prayed and this time he saw that men were going into the forest to cut trees to sell for firewood. So he decided to cut trees and sell firewood also, and that's just what he did. And in that way he earned just enough money to buy food for one day."

Again the shah came in disguise and learned of the man's continued faith and good fortune. The next day, he issued a command that his soldiers stop all the woodcutters coming from the forests and bring them to the palace to work. He dressed them all as guards and gave them swords. He told them that they would not be paid until the end of the month.

The Jew was perplexed indeed, for he had no money for dinner that evening, and it would certainly be difficult to wait a whole month for his pay. But he trusted God. So he prayed and he prayed for an answer to his problem. How would he be able to buy food tomorrow, if he wouldn't be paid for a full month?

On the way home from the palace, while examining his sword and sheath, the Jew had a clever idea. He would make a sword out of wood, the same size as the shah's metal sword that would look just like it. Then he could sell the shah's sword. So he made a wooden sword and sold the real one and he had just enough money for food for a month!

The shah, in his peasant disguise again, was much surprised to find the Jew singing and eating that night. When he heard the Jew's story about the sword, he asked him, "What will you do if the shah finds out what you have done?"

"Oh, I do not worry about such things," the Jew replied. "Every day my life is filled with blessings from God. I know that somehow everything will come out all right."

The next day the shah ordered all the guards to report to the center of the city where there was to be an execution of a man who had stolen from the royal palace. All the guards came, including the ones who used to be woodcutters, and including the Jew. All the townspeople came to see.

The shah ordered his officer to call the Jew to come forth to cut off the man's head. "Do not ask this of me," the Jew cried. "I have never even killed a fly." The officer said that it was the order of the shah and he must obey or risk his own life.

The Jew asked for a few minutes to pray to God. Then he stood up in front of all of the townspeople and said out loud, "God, you know that I have never killed anyone in my whole life. Please, God, if this man is guilty, let my sword be so sharp as to kill him in a single blow. But if he is not guilty, let my sword turn to wood, as a sign of his innocence."

With all eyes on him, the Jew reached for his sword. He pulled it out of its sheath, and held it high. The crowd gasped, then clapped and cheered when they saw the wooden sword, for they thought a miracle had taken place.

The shah was delighted when he saw the wisdom of the Jew. He called him near. He told him that he had been the visitor those four preceding nights. "And now," he said, "I hope that you will come and stay with me in my palace and be my advisor, for I see that you are a man of wisdom and unwavering faith, and I have much to learn from you."

So the Jew went to live in the palace with the shah. If you went by there in the evenings, you would hear them singing.

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Hey! Where did you visit in Pakistan? I'm going to live in Turkey for a few months next year and I have family friends visiting Karachi at the same time.. they invited me to fly there to meet up with them (they're originally from Karachi so familiar and can show me around) so I was thinking about doing that + being solo there for a bit. But I'm not very familiar culturally, I'm in my mid 20s and female, and my family friends were happy to invite me but sort of perplexed by my wanting to and essentially said it would be really challenging for any US tourist. I've been India before and that point will have also lived in Morocco for a few months.. but they have me feeling hesitant about it.. just wondering what your experience was like

Hey! This trip I was in Karachi, Islamabad and Khyber Pakhtunkhwa near the Afghan border, but I've also done Lahore, Mohenja-daro, Balochistan and also to Wagah for the border ceremony! Gilgit and Hunza Valley are on my list. I lived in Karachi for several years and graduated high school there, and my parents still live and work there, so I'm very culturally competent and my listening comprehension for Urdu is, like, passable enough especially once I've been back in the country for a few days; all this to say, my experience there is definitely different than yours will be! If you have spent significant time in Muslim-majority countries like Turkey and Morocco, and also have been to India, I think you are more likely to have a comfortable time than most. You'll frankly probably land and think, yeah this feels like South Asia but Muslim, and you'll have a good grasp pretty much right away.

Many people will stare at you. Many people will talk about you openly. Many people will ask for pictures with you or take pictures of you WITHOUT asking (for the record, I say yes to women and children and no to men without women or children around, because men will touch you in ways I KNOW are culturally taboo while taking a photo). There's no queuing culture and can be a lot of shoving. Traffic will feel tremendously hazardous. There are not very many women out and about in most places, especially outside of cities. Pakistan is very poor and petty theft is very common. You have probably experienced all of these things before and will be totally fine! People are very genuinely excited to meet you and are hugely hospitable. It can be a lot of fun and a really wonderful experience depending on your own risk tolerance.

I will say, having lived there, there just isn't a ton to do in Karachi besides eat. It's a desert on the ocean. It's incredibly hot, it's dirty, it's infrastructure is old and during monsoon sewage washes back onto the street. It's not a tourist city at all. If your family friends live in Defense, it will feel wealthier and more westernized, and if they live in KDA or Clifton, it will feel a little less so.

In Karachi I would suggest: The Mohatta Palace Museum, Empress Market (for the bazaar experience), one of those good barbecue places on the beach, Jinnah's tomb, renting a beach hut on one of the semi-private beaches for a day (and riding a camel or convincing a performer to let you hold a mongoose), Javed Nihari and if you do absolutely no other street food (which will often make you sick tbf), you HAVE to go to Yusuf Kebab and get a bun kebab special.

In Karachi I would AVOID: going to the public beach. Do NOT do this, if your family friends are Pakistani they might not guess how bad it gets, but do NOT go to the public beach as a foreign woman. I have been three times and was sexually assaulted all three times, and have never had it happen to me anywhere else in Pakistan. You draw an immediate big crowd and it gets really dodgy.

As for solo traveling, I have solo traveled in Lahore and it was great! It's feels like a grand Mughal city, a beautiful blend of architecture, historical sites, good food, and juuust enough tourist infrastructure to be accessible. I stayed in a hostel and had an amazing time, never felt unsafe, and liked some of my roommates so much we went out together several times. Islamabad is beautiful and very safe (crawling with foreigners) but it doesn't feel like the rest of Pakistan at all, and it can be really expensive. It's the only place I would suggest going into the mountains as a solo traveler (The Monal is an amazing mountain top restaurant) although I hear Hunza Valley can be okay during tourist season. Mohenja-daro would be totally fine but I don't know if they're open since the flooding earlier this year. You could do Wagah as a day trip from Lahore but it's a big time suck and there's nothing to do besides the very short border ceremony. I would definitely NOT go to KPK or Balochistan as a solo female.

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In all serious, I think we are straight up missing an entire academic field and industry related to implementing stuff like this. The shadows of it exist in other fields, but not the focused research and consulting experts we need.

I think there should be experts who can spend a couple weeks investigating a neighborhood and interviewing the locals and conclude "According to the urban enrichment standards and practices manual, this neighborhood needs three new food vendors, at least one of which caters to the local Afghan community. The nearby pub needs better soundproofing, the bus stop needs a tree for shade, and this wall should be demolished so parents in this apartment complex can see their kids playing in the park from their homes. I also recommend one street music festival every two months for the next year to build community ties. In the long term I'll also suggest the city try and purchase a few ground floor units of the apartment complex, for rent to small businesses with preferential rates for a locally owned and operated pharmacy and a barber shop."

Just throw more cops at problem areas is so often the solution, but this stuff is complicated. The idea that simple solutions could be universally enough, let alone brute force simple solutions, is absurd. (The food truck impact in the tweets is amazing, but I'll bet you it wouldn't have the same impact everywhere. This stuff is super contextual.). This is absolutely something that formally studied and trained expertise could be helpful for.

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Exploring Toronto’s Halal Food Scene

Toronto is a city known for its multiculturalism, a melting pot where diverse communities thrive and share their rich cultural heritages. Among the many culinary treasures the city has to offer, its halal food scene stands out as a vibrant and dynamic showcase of flavors from around the world. From Middle Eastern shawarma joints to South Asian biryani houses, Toronto offers a wide array of halal dining options that cater to diverse tastes while adhering to Islamic dietary laws.

What is Halal Food?

Halal, an Arabic term meaning "permissible," refers to food and beverages prepared in accordance with Islamic dietary laws. These guidelines prohibit the consumption of certain items, such as pork and alcohol, and dictate the ethical treatment and slaughter of animals. Toronto halal food establishments ensure their offerings meet these standards, making them a trustworthy choice for observant Muslims as well as anyone seeking high-quality and ethically prepared meals.

Neighborhoods to Explore

Best Bangladeshi restaurant in Toronto scene is spread across the city, with key neighborhoods offering an abundance of options:

Scarborough: This area is a hub for South Asian and Middle Eastern cuisine. You’ll find a variety of halal restaurants serving biryani, kebabs, and curries. Some popular spots include Bamiyan Kabob, known for its Afghan dishes, and Lahore Tikka House, a vibrant destination for Pakistani food.

Downtown Toronto: The downtown core offers upscale halal dining experiences alongside casual eateries. King Street and Queen Street are home to a mix of halal burger joints and fusion restaurants. The Carbon Bar, for instance, offers halal-certified barbecue, blending southern U.S. flavors with a modern twist.

Etobicoke and North York: These areas feature a wealth of halal options, from Turkish doner kebab spots to Persian eateries like Darvish Restaurant, where guests can enjoy flavorful stews and rice dishes.

Halal Food Varieties in Toronto

Toronto’s halal food landscape is as diverse as the city itself, representing culinary traditions from across the globe:

Middle Eastern Cuisine: Shawarma, falafel, and hummus dominate the menus of many Middle Eastern halal establishments. Paramount Fine Foods is a well-known chain offering a variety of dishes, from grilled meats to freshly baked pita bread.

South Asian Delights: Toronto is home to countless halal Indian and Pakistani restaurants serving flavorful biryanis, spicy curries, and succulent kebabs. Silver Spoon and Karahi Boys are two popular names where diners can experience authentic South Asian cuisine.

Halal Fast Food: For those craving comfort food, Toronto doesn’t disappoint. Halal burgers, fried chicken, and pizza are widely available. Chains like Hero Certified Burgers and independent spots like Krispo’s Chicken cater to the fast-food lover.

Fusion Cuisine: Toronto’s innovative chefs are creating unique halal dishes that blend flavors from multiple cultures. From Korean barbecue tacos to halal sushi, the city’s fusion food scene is thriving.

Street Food and Food Trucks

For foodies on the go, Toronto’s halal street food and food truck options are a must-try. The city hosts a variety of halal-friendly vendors serving everything from juicy halal hot dogs to gourmet wraps. Food trucks like The Holy Grill have become local favorites for their creative and delicious offerings.

Halal Grocers and Markets

Beyond restaurants, Toronto’s halal grocery stores and markets are a haven for home cooks. Stores like Iqbal Halal Foods and Al Premium offer a wide selection of halal-certified meats, spices, and other ingredients. These markets also serve as cultural hubs, providing access to specialty items that are often hard to find elsewhere.

Community and Inclusivity

One of the standout features of Toronto’s halal food scene is its inclusivity. Many restaurants cater to dietary restrictions beyond halal, such as vegetarian, vegan, and gluten-free options. This inclusive approach reflects Toronto’s spirit of diversity and ensures that everyone can find something delicious to enjoy.

Events and Festivals

Toronto’s love for halal food is celebrated through events like the Halal Food Fest, the largest halal food festival in North America. This annual event brings together vendors, chefs, and food enthusiasts to showcase the best of halal cuisine. From cooking demonstrations to food tastings, it’s a celebration of culture, community, and culinary creativity.

Tips for Exploring

Check Certifications: While many establishments advertise as halal, it’s a good idea to look for certification or ask staff for confirmation.

Try Diverse Cuisines: Don’t limit yourself to one type of cuisine. Toronto’s halal food scene spans continents, so explore options from Turkish to Somali to Malaysian dishes.

Engage with the Community: Many halal eateries are family-owned, and chatting with the owners can provide deeper insights into the food and culture they represent.

Conclusion

Toronto’s halal food scene is more than just a collection of restaurants; it’s a reflection of the city’s rich cultural tapestry. Whether you’re a lifelong resident or a visitor, exploring the city’s halal offerings is a culinary journey worth taking. With its diverse flavors, inclusive approach, and emphasis on quality and ethics, Toronto continues to establish itself as a halal food destination like no other.

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Kathleen M. Gorman

Together, we celebrate the life of Kathy Gorman, who passed away peacefully in her sleep on November 24th, 2024.  Born on August 26, 1943, she was the second child of John and Sara Gorman’s nine children. 

Kathy was born in Kingston, PA and moved to Forty Fort at the age of eight.  She attended Forty Fort schools.  In high school, she enjoyed participating as a majorette in the Forty Fort High School Marching Band. Kathy was an outstanding swimmer actively involved in the sport of water ballet and synchronized swimming.  Throughout high school and college, she worked at the International Color Printing Company alongside many family members, helping print what we all loved and called the “comics”.

Kathy attended Misericordia College and graduated with her degree in Secretarial Science.  She moved to West Islip, Long Island, New York and began her teaching career at Lindenhurst Public School, Lindenhurst, NY.  She spent the next twenty-eight years at Deer Park High School in Deer Park, NY as a teacher.  She also served as chairman of the business department at Deer Park.  She continued her education and received her master’s degree in secondary education from Hofstra University and then a professional diploma in Educational Administration from Long Island University.  Kathy retired from teaching and moved to Ormond Beach, Florida and chose to resume her career in teaching at St. Brendan Catholic School in Ormond Beach.  Her dedication as a teacher enlightened young minds, and Kathy devoted her life to shaping these minds with wisdom, kindness and passion.  We honor her legacy for her devotion to education.

Kathy earned respect from her students, and they knew that everything she did for them was in their best interests.  Many of us have had a teacher that stands out in our lives.  We believe Kathy was that teacher.

Kathy brought joy and laughter into all of our lives.  Her love for entertaining, and her love for crocheting brought happiness to many.  It was a joy for her to show off the gift of her hand-made afghans that were given to many family members and friends.  Her love of and her ability to pull off an impromptu party was amazing!  She had a knack for calling you and inviting you for a bite to eat.  There was always the infamous pot of chili, famous chicken rice soup, and Sara Gorman’s recipe and brother Tom’s favorite - ham, waxed beans and potatoes - simmering on the stove.  She loved big gatherings of her friends while living in Florida and could plan a major celebration with only a day or two’s notice.  Her most notorious event was on Easter Sunday.  Kathy planned one of her usual gatherings with mounds of food she prepared.  There were unseen circumstances causing cancellations. Kathy, not wanting to waste the effort put into this wonderful meal, she packed everything into the trunk of her car and drove to the local fire department.  The squad had a delicious feast!  What better way to celebrate!  The “guys” even asked for one of her recipes.  Hooray for Kathy for making what could have been an unfortunate ending into a day of celebration for all. 

Kathy delighted in the videos of her grandchildren, Mady and Jack, and hearing about their many awards and adventures.  She looked forward to her children and grandchildren’s visits to Florida and enjoyed vacations and sharing time with them. 

This past year, Kathy made the decision to move back to Forty Fort to be closer to her family and friends on Myers Street with her two brothers just down the road.  Everyone hoped we could petition the town fathers and re-name it Gorman Lane.

Kathy is survived by her daughter Suzanne Gollhofer and Carlos, her son Rob Gollhofer and wife Leslie, grandchildren Jack and Mady, brothers and sisters – Judy LoTruglio (Peter), Mariel Batjiaka (Paul), Tom Gorman (Mary), Susan Quigley (Bob), Beth Harkins (Jim), Joan McCue (Jack), Margaret Weber (Jim), John Gorman (Susan), many nieces, nephews and so many more extended family including all of her canine friends from the neighborhood that she so enjoyed.  We also would like to acknowledge her special Florida friend, Scott Botka, who always offered a helping hand and friendship.

Family and friends are invited on Thursday, December 5th from 4 to 7 PM at Hugh B. Hughes & Son, Inc. Funeral Home, 1044 Wyoming Ave., Forty Fort.

Funeral will be held on Friday, December 6th at 10:30 AM at St. Elizabeth Ann Seton Church, 116 Hughes St., Swoyersville. Family and friends are asked to go directly to the Church.

If you would like, in lieu of flowers, donations can be made to Blue Chip Farm Animal Rescue, Dallas, PA (https://bcfanimalrefuge.org/donate/); 974 Lockville Rd., Dallas, PA 18612.

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Authentic Afghan Flavors at the Best New Restaurants Mississauga

Are you looking for authentic dining at new restaurants Mississauga? Naan Kabob offers the greatness of Afghan heritage, carried on with love and attention to detail through each dish. We invite you to enjoy the flavorful delights on its menu, all served within a cozy and inviting environment suitable for family gatherings or casual meetings.

A Taste of Afghan Cuisine in Mississauga

Naan Kabob offers a distinctive charm that captivates all who visit. Coming off the highway, one of its new restaurants Mississauga, offers high-quality food, all sourced directly from local markets. Our menu revolves around pure flavors of Afghan cuisine to encourage a great diversity in kabobs, fresh salads, and traditional bread.

What Makes Naan Kabob the Right Choice? 

As one of the new restaurants Mississauga, we understand the importance of providing a memorable experience. Our vision is to connect cultures through food, and we strive for every guest to leave with a "Love it!" response. Here are some reasons to choose us for your next meal:

Work-Life Balance We believe in a relaxed environment where guests can come and spend quality time with their families while enjoying meals. Naan Kabob restaurant is the perfect escape from the hustle and bustle of life.

Family-Friendly Naan Kabob is designed for everyone. It offers a variety of dishes, even for kids, so that everybody can enjoy them.

Community Engagement We are proud to be part of the Mississauga community, active in local events, and working to make a difference and give back to our neighbors.

To indulge in Afghan food is to embark on a culinary journey that transcends borders. With every bite, you experience the warmth of home-cooked meals, where spices dance together in harmony, creating a celebration of family and tradition with a modern twist.

To Visit us-https://naankabob.ca/ 

 691 Yonge Street Toronto, 

ONM42B2 

Phone number-4169726623 

 Email us -Info@naankabob.ca

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The Khyber Pass: The Gateway of Empires!

Explore the historic Khyber Pass, the gateway of empires, and learn about its significance throughout history. From the Bab e Khyber to the Jamrud Fort, discover the stories behind this legendary pass. Plus, indulge in delicious street food and uncover the connections to Afghanistan and Alexander the Great. The Khyber Pass is a historically significant mountain pass connecting Afghanistan and Pakistan, and it has been a crucial trade route between Central Asia and the Indian subcontinent for centuries. The pass traverses the Spin Ghar mountains, connecting the town of Landi Kotal in Pakistan to the Afghan border near Torkham. Due to its strategic location, it has been a key point of military and trade activity throughout history, used by various empires and invaders, including the Persians, Greeks, Mughals, and British. The Khyber Pass has also been a vital part of the Silk Road, facilitating the movement of goods and people between regions.

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Delhi Local Sightseeing: Must-Visit Attractions in a Day

Delhi's a mix of old and new sights. Delhi local Sightseeing means monuments, markets and temples - a whirlwind day! Don't waste time on logistics.

Hire Chiku Cab instead for a customised private tour at your pace. Knowledgeable drivers will showcase top attractions like the towering Qutub Minar, maze-like Chandni Chowk, peaceful Gurudwara and more. We'll plan the perfect route for you. With AC vehicles and flexible timings, we've got you covered.

Relax while we handle the traffic and navigation! Book Chiku Cab to experience the real Delhi hassle-free. Call 8448445508 or visit www.chikucab.com to schedule your next sightseeing adventure!

Delhi Local Sightseeing Itinerary

Explore the iconic sights of India's capital on a customised Delhi tour with us. We'll create a flexible itinerary tailored to your interests from among the top attractions.

Delhi Tour Itinerary:

Red Fort: Marvel at magnificent 17th century Mughal architecture

Jama Masjid: See one of India's largest mosques & climb minaret for stunning view

Chandni Chowk: Ride a rickshaw through vibrant old Delhi bazaars & sample street food

Raj Ghat: Pay respects at Mahatma Gandhi's serene memorial along the Yamuna River

India Gate: Take photos at 42m tall war memorial arch with perfect lawns for family picnics

Humayun’s Tomb: Tour this architectural wonder said to have inspired the Taj Mahal

Lotus Temple: Be awed by the unique lotus design of this peaceful Bahá'í house of worship

Qutub Minar: Be dwarfed by 72.5m high tower, a fine exemplar of Afghan architecture

Hauz Khas Village: Unwind in the evening at trendy cafés in historic Hauz Khas complex

Akshardham Temple: Marvel at the intricately carved sandstone temple and end the night with a fountain show

With zero hassles, complete comfort and enthusiastic guides, we promise memorable local cab service in Delhi!

Local Sightseeing in Delhi With Our Services

Whether a quick day tour or an extensive family vacation, we’ve got you covered for Local Sightseeing in Delhi! From budget sedans to roomy vans, and AC buses to luxury cars, we offer vehicles to match every group size and budget.

We pride ourselves on versatility - students, tourists, picnickers; small or big parties, foreign or Indian; solo women travellers or senior citizens...we customise services catering to all needs. Our passionate drivers double as guides taking you to key landmarks like India Gate, Red Fort, Qutub Minar etc or offbeat haunts on demand.

With years of experience transporting thousands across Delhi, rich knowledge about everything Delhi and hugely economical fares, you can trust us completely for stress-free sightseeing. Let us take charge while you soak in history and culture!

Our Delhi Local Sightseeing Packages

We offer customised tours showcasing the best of Delhi:

Cultural Tours: Marvel at Red Fort, grand monuments and tombs

Old Delhi Tours: Ride a rickshaw through narrow, vibrant old bazaars

Food Tours: Savour lip-smacking local delicacies like chaat and golgappas

Temple Tours: Experience tranquillity and divine beauty at stunning temples

With AC vehicles, passionate guides, and personalized service; we craft unforgettable bespoke adventures tailored for you. Glide through majestic ruins, chaotic street markets, spice-laden alleyways or spiritual sanctuaries. Relax en route while we handle logistics to make precious memories!

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7 Best Places to Visit in Delhi in 2024

Delhi is renowned for its diverse and delicious food, but there's much more to explore in this vibrant city. Here are seven top places you shouldn't miss:

1. India Gate

India Gate is a significant monument. It honors the soldiers who died in the First World War and the Third Anglo-Afghan War. Located on Rajpath, it is easily accessible by metro, with the Central Secretariat being the nearest station. For those driving, Shahjahan Road parking is a convenient option, just a 10-minute walk away. The best time to visit is from October to March. The site remains open 24 hours a day, and there is no charge for entry.

2. Qutub Minar

Qutub Minar is a renowned historical monument and UNESCO World Heritage site situated in the Mehrauli district. The nearest metro station is Qutub Minar, about 3 km from the site. The tower has 379 stairs, and nearby attractions include the Iron Pillar and the Qutub Complex. Entry is free for children under 15, Rs. 30 for Indians, and Rs. 500 for foreigners. The site is open from sunrise to sunset, with a light show every evening from 6:30 pm to 8 pm.

3. Red Fort

The Red Fort, an emblem of India's rich heritage, served as the residence of Mughal emperors for more than 200 years. Located in Old Delhi, it hosts a one-hour show every evening in Hindi and English, depicting India's history. The fort is closed on Mondays but open from 9:30 am to 4:30 pm on other days. Entry fees are Rs. 10 for Indians and Rs. 150 for foreigners. The nearest metro station is Chawri Bazar.

4. Sarojini Nagar

Sarojini Nagar is a bustling market famous for affordable fashion. You can find trendy clothes, home decor, footwear, jewelry, and more. The market is open from 10 am to 9 pm, and the nearest metro station is Sarojini Nagar. For the best shopping experience, carry cash, water bottles, and large bags for your purchases.

5. Chandni Chowk

Chandni Chowk, one of the oldest and busiest markets in Delhi, offers a wide range of items including clothes, jewelry, food, and wedding supplies. It's particularly famous for its street food, drawing food lovers from afar. The market is best visited between October and March and is open from 10 am to 7 pm. The Chandni Chowk metro station provides the most convenient access to the area. Don't miss Paranthe Wali Gali and Natraj Chat.

6. Rashtrapati Bhavan

Rashtrapati Bhavan, situated west of Rajpath, serves as the official residence of the President of India, characterized by its grand architecture. Spread over 130 hectares, it includes the president's office, guest rooms, gardens, and more. Visitors are welcome between 9 am and 4 pm daily. Entry is Rs. 50 per person, or Rs. 1200 for a group of 30. The Mughal Garden is accessible from August to March, specifically on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays. Cameras are not allowed inside.

7. Kingdom of Dreams

Located in the Delhi NCR region, the Kingdom of Dreams is a premier destination for live theatre and entertainment. It's a must-visit for art lovers, with different entry times and ticket prices depending on the day. Tickets range from Rs. 600 to Rs. 3999, depending on the category and day. It's open from 12 pm to 12 am on weekends and from 12:30 pm to 12 am on weekdays.

Hotels in Delhi

When visiting these attractions, staying in hotels in Delhi will ensure you have a comfortable and convenient experience. Numerous hotels in Delhi provide outstanding amenities, convenient central locations, and easy access to public transportation, facilitating exploration of the city's top attractions.

Final Tips

While exploring Delhi, don't miss out on the street food, which is an integral part of the city's culture. Try to experience the local flavors every evening to get the full essence of Delhi's culinary delights.

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Capital Flavors & Design Vision: A Match Made in Delhi

Delhi, a city steeped in history and vibrant culture, offers an equally captivating culinary and architectural scene. From ancient Mughal monuments to modern marvels, Delhi's architecture reflects its rich heritage. Likewise, its restaurants boast a symphony of flavors, representing the diverse culinary tapestry of India and beyond. To navigate this dynamic city, let's explore both the best restaurants in Delhi and the talented architects shaping its future.

A Culinary Adventure: Delhi's Best Restaurants

Delhi's diverse culinary landscape caters to every palate. Here are a few highlights:

Fine Dining Extravaganza: Indulge in a luxurious experience at Indian Accent, consistently ranked among Asia's best. Their innovative take on Indian cuisine, paired with impeccable service, guarantees a memorable meal. For European flair, try The Lodhi's restaurant, known for its seasonal menus and stunning setting overlooking the hotel's lush gardens.

A Celebration of Street Food: No Delhi experience is complete without savoring its iconic street food. Head to Chandni Chowk, a historic market overflowing with vibrant stalls offering everything from melt-in-your-mouth kebabs to crispy samosas. Don't miss Karim's, a legendary establishment famous for its butter chicken.

Global Gastronomy: Delhi also embraces international cuisines. Impress your date with a romantic dinner at Bukhara, renowned for its delectable Afghan dishes. For a taste of Italy, head to La Cucina, a cozy eatery serving fresh pasta and wood-fired pizzas.

Beyond the Plate: Delhi's Architectural Gems

Delhi's architectural landscape reflects its long and fascinating history:

Mughal Marvels: Immerse yourself in the grandeur of the Mughal era at iconic landmarks like the Red Fort and Jama Masjid. These majestic structures showcase intricate details and awe-inspiring scale.

Lutyens' Delhi: Explore the stately buildings of Lutyens' Delhi, designed by Sir Edwin Lutyens in the early 20th century. This area, home to government buildings and embassies, is characterized by its neo-classical architecture and sprawling green spaces.

Modern Masterpieces: Witness the contemporary face of Delhi's architecture at the Lotus Temple, a striking flower-shaped structure designed by Fariburz Sabha. The India Gate, a war memorial inspired by the Arc de Triomphe, is another architectural landmark.

The Fusion of Flavors and Design

The connection between Delhi's renowned restaurants and its architectural marvels is undeniable. Both reflect a commitment to excellence, a celebration of local traditions, and an openness to new influences. Just like the architects who design Delhi's iconic structures, the city's chefs are artists who craft culinary experiences that tantalize the taste buds.

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