There are several
bakeries near my house. One within walking distance so yesterday I ventured to
walk there and get paan (bread) for
breakfast.
I was a bit
hesitant to walk by the school adjacent to our lane as the little fellows who
go there once shouted, ‘Blah blah blah Grannie!’ at me last time I walked by. Grannie! Not even
Auntie! I shook my finger at them at said, ‘I’m not your Grannie!’ It appears I
was great entertainment for them. Next time I should arm myself with a water
pistol and get the little buggars!
It’s typical for
people here to address an older person by calling them Auntie, or Uncle. Most
people don’t mind it, but I did hear one Sri Lankan man shout at a fellow who
had called him Uncle, saying ‘I’m not your Uncle!’ It still takes me aback when
someone addresses me as Auntie. I’m not sure what we’d say in the US, but
probably, ‘Excuse me, Sir. Excuse me, Ma’am. ‘ Or just plain, Excuse me.’
As for catcalling
youngsters, I’d rather hear, ‘Hey you old bat!’ than Grannie!
At the corner of
the main road, there’s a hub for three-wheeled taxis; tuk tuks. The drivers sit
around playing cards until they get a hire, or simply chatting. They apparently
all know where I live as I’m the only foreigner in the neighborhood. I took the
old man’s tuk tuk once into Colombo. It’s not the best tuk tuk of the lot;
its passenger seat is about as thin as a piece of bread and there are no
shocks to soften the bounce over potholes and speed bumps. I asked him to go
slow, hemin, and he did. I could have
walked to Colombo faster!
I discovered a
tailor on the main road, sewing away on his old-fashioned machine. It’s amazing
what you see on foot that you completely miss when you’re in a car. Now I know
where I can get the cushion cover zippers fixed that have been broken for
the last two years!
The bakery usually
runs out of bread mid-morning and I got there just in time for one of the last
two loaves. Kade paan (shop bread)
is just the best bread ever. Not PC 9-grain brown bread
made with no flour, but just plain yummy homemade white bread! Lipton will eat
½ a loaf with dahl (a mixture of
lentils, onions, curry leaves, hot green chilies, spices and coconut milk),
I’ll have one slice with the dalh, if it’s not too spicy. Otherwise it's bread and peanut butter for me.
When I first came
to Sri Lanka, I made a stop in Kuala Lumpur. For breakfast the hotel had a
buffet. I took what looked familiar and a bit that didn’t. My first bite made
me gag! My mouth was on fire. My lips were on fire! People in my group poured
water for me, told me to eat sugar. I dumped a spoonful of sugar into my
burning mouth. Nothing worked. Only time. But I was wrecked for the day, I
couldn’t eat anything. Apparently I had chowed down a spoon full of hot green
chilies. After that, anything remotely spicy makes my skin crawl. Sri Lankans
like their food spicy, that’s for sure! When we photograph weddings, we are
provided dinner, but I usually end up eating just a bit of rice as the rest of
the foods are off limits for me!
Too bad because Sri Lankan food is yummy - if it just weren’t so spicy!
The tuk tuk hub and drivers.
The vegetable man on his morning rounds.
He calls out certain vegetable names as he
goes around the neighborhood.
The tailor.
Last two loaves.
Shop girl.
The mobile bread man!
Who plays (loudly) It's a Small World! on loud speaker.
How annoying is that early morning?
The bread man's bread.
Yummy kade paan!
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