30June2008 India Palace in Albuquerque, New Mexico
Left Carlsbad early as it was going to be a long drive; since Mesa Verde National Park was in Colorado, we headed north across the length of New Mexico and stopped in Albuquerque for the night.
The crazy yen for Asian food acted up again! We started saying no to steak, no to whatever as various options were evaluated whilst our little Honda Civic ate up the miles on the freeway. Upon reaching Albuquerque mid afternoon, our solution appeared in the form of good net write-ups on India Palace. Wot? Indian food in Albuquerque? The food turned out to be really tasty: think onion bhajis, lamb kebabs, tandoori chicken, raitas, bryanis; and oh,(salivating, salivating), the breads – onion kulchas, garlic naans, parathas - all washed down with Taj Mahal beer and lassis; finally kulfis and masala tea brought on satiated burps. Laden down with ‘doggy bags’, we staggered from the table. One of our many bad habits is over ordering. But nothing is ever wasted. Sunday had been designated ‘Doggy Bag Day’ for decades – we try our darnest to polish up every scrap so the following week will commence with no leftovers! In this connection, I was known as the OGC (Official Garbage Can) as it was left to me to finish what the kids’ didn't. How could I say no when the wife and kids with beseeching eyes, chorused, “Daddy, purleese…"?
Distance traveled 291.3 miles
Passed little towns like Artesia with plenty of oil and gas from the ground.
Stopped briefly in Roswell but didn't go into the UFO Museum - did anybody think there would be real artifacts left by aliens on show?
What an eye-opener, like a stock exchange only for guns!
Everything is bigger in the US, what a fantastic first prize, can't even begin to comprehend the number!
Cruised along interminable stretches of desert like this, our dusty windscreen blurring an otherwise clear day, nothing much happening on either side of the freeway.
A comfort stop led us into a native American Indian trading post.
The Trail of Painted Ponies had over thirty equine members clad with beautifully painted designs.
This one was literally embellished head-to-toe (tail actually).
This one was my favorite - DOUBLE CLICK to FULL SCREEN - i saw three horses in one; was this just a clever trump d'oeil or was there a legend behind it?
This platter appeared, like a mirage in the desert; the fact that it was real sank in only when the 'tandoori smell' filled the air and we started chomping.
Indian breads are 'to die for'!
The crazy yen for Asian food acted up again! We started saying no to steak, no to whatever as various options were evaluated whilst our little Honda Civic ate up the miles on the freeway. Upon reaching Albuquerque mid afternoon, our solution appeared in the form of good net write-ups on India Palace. Wot? Indian food in Albuquerque? The food turned out to be really tasty: think onion bhajis, lamb kebabs, tandoori chicken, raitas, bryanis; and oh,(salivating, salivating), the breads – onion kulchas, garlic naans, parathas - all washed down with Taj Mahal beer and lassis; finally kulfis and masala tea brought on satiated burps. Laden down with ‘doggy bags’, we staggered from the table. One of our many bad habits is over ordering. But nothing is ever wasted. Sunday had been designated ‘Doggy Bag Day’ for decades – we try our darnest to polish up every scrap so the following week will commence with no leftovers! In this connection, I was known as the OGC (Official Garbage Can) as it was left to me to finish what the kids’ didn't. How could I say no when the wife and kids with beseeching eyes, chorused, “Daddy, purleese…"?
Distance traveled 291.3 miles
Passed little towns like Artesia with plenty of oil and gas from the ground.
Stopped briefly in Roswell but didn't go into the UFO Museum - did anybody think there would be real artifacts left by aliens on show?
What an eye-opener, like a stock exchange only for guns!
Everything is bigger in the US, what a fantastic first prize, can't even begin to comprehend the number!
Cruised along interminable stretches of desert like this, our dusty windscreen blurring an otherwise clear day, nothing much happening on either side of the freeway.
A comfort stop led us into a native American Indian trading post.
The Trail of Painted Ponies had over thirty equine members clad with beautifully painted designs.
This one was literally embellished head-to-toe (tail actually).
This one was my favorite - DOUBLE CLICK to FULL SCREEN - i saw three horses in one; was this just a clever trump d'oeil or was there a legend behind it?
This platter appeared, like a mirage in the desert; the fact that it was real sank in only when the 'tandoori smell' filled the air and we started chomping.
Indian breads are 'to die for'!
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