This article is written by Justin Rabindra. Justin is a Manager with an Advertising Agency in Delhi. He is also an avid traveler and photographer.

One of the things we look forward to on our travels is the food. A lot of planning goes into which restaurant we’ll go to and what we’ll eat. At Tallinn last year we had German beer for the first time. It was honey flavoured, thick and dark with a sweet after-taste. We followed it up with an 8 pound steak. People were drinking beer off steins that I couldn’t have lifted with one hand. That beef and beer meal alone was worth the choppy ferry ride across the Baltic from Helsinki. Kingfisher ain’t anywhere near making a world-class beer. And with the beef slaughter ban, you can only dream of a juicy steak.

For the majority of Indians food is a source of tension that starts the moment they get on a flight, because most of us are vegetarians. Travel agents automatically tick ‘Hindu meal’ without checking first and that’s miserable for us, because you end up with some bland roti and sabzi and gulab jamun while the guy in the next seat tucks into roast pork and mashed potatos and blueberry cheesecake.
Blueberry Cheesecake
I think you miss an essential part of travelling when you are closed to trying the local fare. We’ve discovered flavours, smells and experiences with food that I wouldn’t exchange for anything. In China at one time, at Huangshan (near the famous Yellow Mountains) we struggled to order lunch at a restaurant – the menu was in Chinese and no one spoke English. We just walked around the tables and pointed to the customers’ dishes that looked most appealing. One guy even offered to let us taste from his bowl of soup, which we politely declined. Turned out the best Chinese we’d ever had.
This photo is a shot I took from the tallest church tower in Tallinn, Estonia, after walking up hundreds of steps.
Justin Rabindra
3 Apr 2010
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A lot can drastically change in the world during the course of a few of weeks. When we travelled to Hezbollah dominated Baalbek from Beirut less than a month ago to see the famous Roman ruins, the political party cum militia cum social services agency was still actively represented in the Lebanese parliament, and the country enjoyed a relatively “stable” government. Today, as I write this post, the country is reeling from the aftermath of Hezbollah’s withdrawal from parliament that dissolved the government. For such a tiny country, the politics of Lebanon are bewildering, and attempting to understand the motives behind the numerous political groups and the compromises and objectives of the main coalitions is an academic undertaking in its own. I wrote the post on Baalbek slightly out of chronological order because I knew that there was a high probability towards the middle of January that a UN Investigations Tribunal would implicate Hezbollah as responsible for the assassination of late Prime Minister Hariri and that it would result in the collapse of effective government in Lebanon. I figured it would be most appropriate to discuss my time in “Hezbollah country” at a period that Hezbollah had a significant amount of exposure in the news once again.

Exploring Baalbek:
Modern Lebanon is a living contradiction. Knowing about Hezbollah’s presence and influence in this region, a visitor to the Bekaa Valley might expect an entirely different scene; one filled with armed balaclava-clad insurgents roaming the roads, yielding swords and kidnapping tourists. However, aside from the noticeably poorer, more neglected conditions of the surrounding villages in comparison to those seen in Beirut’s most posh neighborhoods, and ignoring the numerous Hezbollah banners, statues, and pictures of leader Hassan Nasrallah and the Ayatollahs of Iran, you would not really know that you were in the stronghold of what is considered by the West to be an extremist, terrorist organization.

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