We had planned to take a long Uber ride to see the Digital Tower that looms over the Federal District from a hill top on the other side of Lake Paranoá. However Sunday dawned cloudy and gray so we pulled in our horns and had Indian food for lunch.
Layne found them on Google Maps and the reviews were excellent so we thought to give it a try.
Garlic naan was buttery and chewy as I like it. We had samosas to start and they were among the best I’ve had, filled with chicken and chickpea flour in a pastry that more baked than greasy and fried.
We try and find Indian food as we travel and we’ve had some good stuff in Belize and in Arequipa Peru and now Brasilia. Layne having malaria out a crimp on locating Indian takeout in Guyana but I’m betting the former British colony would have some pretty good food from the subcontinent.
We had leftovers for dinner from lamb Rogan Josh and chicken tikka masala and best of all the waiter spoke English. He said he’s been in Brasilia ten years but it took the first two for him to start feeling like he could hope to grasp Portuguese. He was about half my age so I guess he also had a head start. After lunch we went for a short walk in this strange urban layout unique to Brasilia.
Actually as I stepped off the restaurant patio where we had lunch I was looking up and failed to spot a weird half step in the walkway.
My fall was spectacular apparently as after I got to my feet a restaurant full of shocked faces gawking at me. I was fine as I’m used to playing Mr Bean in the trail and just the other day Bruce was reminding me of the time I tripped on a bridge in the Keys and scraped my knee. History repeats itself:
It will take more than two scraped knees to stop me and the camera and lens were fine with only a slight scratch on the lens case to irritate me. My legs and the camera worked fine.
We didn’t need the Subway but we did stop by the pharmacy and bought some antiseptic and gauze to repair bloody knees. Easy peasy.
