Cosa si mangia in INDIA? - Ep. 05 🛺

Just one, come on, guys! Oh… a nice photo with Franci. Good morning guys. Washing operation and drying operation. Ah, the only thing is that I didn't remove the stains here. -Holy shit, shit. -So… the washing operation went as it did. Okay, since I have to wash it again, it's an opportunity to let you participate in our extra-luxury bathroom. Oh, what crazy technology. Uah… uasah… uasah… uasah. Every morning we train by drying the clothes. It doesn't seem like it, guys, but this climb is very s

teep. And the tuktuk there, oh well. It must be done with the engine. Men of little faith. It was doable. Before setting off, we stop immediately for breakfast. I saw a mountain of express fried stuff and said: ok, this could be our place. Franci has spotted a good place... I hope. Voila. And breakfast is served. Well done Franci for finding a place to have breakfast this morning. Well. Let's talk about fried. This is a pallet of fried bread, it's grainy, hot, spicy. Delicious! Let's try this on

e here. This could be an apple, like. No, it just has a different shape. This seems like yesterday's thing, with lentils. It's basically all vegetables. Ah! Damn if it's spicy. Very good, taste it, Gianni. -What do I start with? -Go, I'll give you the ball. -This? -Yes, yes, go with the pallet. Dip it in here. More, take, take a lot... Here, good. Rule number one: always stop to eat where you see a crowd of locals. What's this? Poori. Ah, fried bread, ok! This and then this… and then shhh… So,

we don't really know what we ate. The larger, fried, flat one, the preparation of which I also filmed, is called Boori or Poori, something like that. Franci is searching on the internet. Wait... Anyway, all very good, always to be dipped in various sauces, a little spicy, a little hot. It's called Poori, this sort of fried bread, it's a sort of very light fried flatbread that swells during cooking. This one was soft, but the one I ate yesterday was much crunchier. We are all here waiting for th

e train. The magnificence of the Indian train. In India I get excited with little, it's enough to show me the train. Action Against Hunger logo because we also do this madness to raise €30,000 to support this organization that works all over the world. We went to visit them in Mumbai, we went to visit some families that they helped. Here in India there are 24% of the world's malnourished people. We enter another house. This, guys, is the entrance corridor. This is a family of five people living

in a small room that is perhaps even smaller than the one we showed you before. And now the eldest son takes a nice photo of us with the whole family. Beyond everything the guys from Action Against Hunger do, I am truly amazed at the little space in which these people live. We went out. As you could see, in fact I don't know if you could see it because unfortunately, in low light conditions, we are unable to take good shots, but there was very little light, practically zero natural light entere

d. They were 3 square meters in which the two parents lived with the three boys and they were telling us that they first helped the youngest girl, who suffered from malnutrition, then giving her all the instructions. Because these people need first of all instructions on how to raise your children, then also basic things like washing yourself, what kind of food to give them, etc. etc. Without forgetting that the problems here are very different. Just the fact of entering these narrow streets, I

would say bordering on claustrophobic, for us who come from the other side of the world and live in different conditions, is already pretty tough stuff. And in case you didn't know, in India the national sport is not football but cricket. So guys, if you like our videos, go and donate. There are so many of you, we should do €30,000... in a snap of the fingers. We leave you the link in the description. Franci was still a little hungry, why not stop and eat again? On the other hand, I haven't eate

n for over 24 hours. Oh, let's finally try the Dosas. This one here is the same as the other one. Hot? Dosas promoted. Mh, mh. Ah, we really like this highway food. That's what makes the trip interesting, guys, because, I'm telling you, it's a long time to drive 250/300 km a day on a can of tuna. I'll try the red one first. It's a little crepes, a savory crepes to be dipped in spicy sauces. This second breakfast was good, right? Today started very well. Chai break. Thank you. Little cookie? Bis

cuit, chai latte... Guys, biscuit with chai latte, it almost feels like home. This is to make you understand the proportion between our vehicle and a common Indian vehicle. But who said that there can't also be goats on the highway. Only in India. Endless column of trucks transporting cotton. And then every now and then it also happens that you find trucks... overturned. Let's hope no one got hurt. This morning's objective, obviously, is to go north, above Nagpur. It's unlikely we'll make it bec

ause it's really many, many kilometres . We start going north and see where we can stop. We hope to find a less bombed hotel than the one last night, where among other things, guys, we didn't film because we were in a panic, but we got stuck in the elevator. Moments of terror. I'm here too! Today's petrol moment. In case you were wondering, petrol here costs around 100-something rupees per litre. Approximately €1. But how much we love sugar cane juice. We stopped on the highway and we have two m

ore done. From this nice Indian gentleman. He basically folded it on itself eight times to try to extract as much juice as possible. However, the meaning of these pedestrian crossings in the middle of the motorway makes me laugh a lot. We have our own little preferential lane and we don't pay. So the day is almost over but Franci is particularly hungry today and, whenever there is a chance, he stops at a stall to buy something. In this case, we stopped here to taste some of these fried foods. He

re they are. So, we took a Samosa… And the other one I don't know what it's called… And the other one told us the name but we didn't understand. We did not understand. Go, Franci, with your little black hands. But for a few days now, hygiene and the feeling of cleanliness have been taking on a completely different context. It's a fried bundle... Stuffed with? Vegetable curry. It's good, maybe a little warmer would have been better, but it's pleasant. This seems apparently similar, it is the sam

e thing, it is the same, I mean, we have taken two identical things. Franci was convinced that she had taken two different things, we had taken two identical things. Obviously always hot, always spicy. I have not yet found any Indian dish that does not have the characteristic of being hot and spicy. In general, I am very satisfied with the criterion we used today, that is, no long stops for lunch and dinner but many small stops, in places scattered here and there where we have a taste of one thi

ng, one of another. I think that in the next few days we could continue along this line. Okay. When it comes to food I always agree with you. Do you drive? Yes Perfect. Bye! And here we go again! While we were there I also bought some fantastic chips that Giano will give me while I'm driving. We ran out of gas but we have a tank of petrol. Funnel, tac... Funnel, tac... Now let's try not to get all spilled with petrol. I understand, Franci, that you have to create content, but... I have to create

content. I would also like to avoid blowing it all away. Don't throw it on my hands. And what do you want a little petrol on your hands to be? We arrived in the town of Nagpur and discovered something fantastic: in Nagpur you cannot book any hotel unless you are Indian. Because for some reason, like, they don't have the possibility to insert a document that is not their document, their Indian identity card, and so they bounced us into the first place, into the second place, in the end they told

us: Gentlemen, if you want, there is only one hotel in the whole city that accepts foreigners. We then discovered that it wasn't really true, in the sense that, by searching, you found other places that actually accepted you. We paid five times what the first hotel cost us, however we basically solved it, now we are in this very nice room. But I say, but Madonna Benedetta di Canosa di Barletta, as Lino Banfi says, but at €60 a night... Which is a lot, say that is a lot here in India. Which, Fr

anci reminds me, here in India it's a lot, guys, but do you want to put some damn toilet paper in the bathroom for me? In the whole of India there is not a hotel that gives you toilet paper. You have to ask for it, otherwise you won't find it in the bathroom. Alright, sorry for the outburst, let's go eat. We're going to a little restaurant near the hotel and we're about to meet up with two other teams who were more or less... count... How do you say it? Who arrived in Nagpur... -Together with

us. -Together with us. Oh well, it's not difficult, I mean, how to put it. So, let's end the day with a dish that I must say is very beautiful to look at. I would describe it to you guys if I only remembered what I ordered. Bread to dip into sauces and various things. Go. Pretty spicy but good. What is this here? Is it fried stuff? It looks like a fried meatball. It's a whole potato. Very spicy. Well, say hello, Franci. See you tomorrow. And bonjour! 6 am, yeah! Half past six. We also have to h

urry because -we have an appointment, guys. -6.30 am, -It's already very late, guys. -It's already very late. Oil check and off we go. The air of India is beautiful fresh in the early morning. We have reached this agreement where Franci prefers to drive... watch out for the sharp curves or we'll take away the poles, here on the right but remember to take him in the left lane otherwise we are happily going against traffic. Franci has decided to leave immediately with the guides in the morning

so she can use up her kilometres, like she has to do his homework, right? She was one of those who, in the summer, when there was homework to do for the holidays, did it all right away the first week, not like me who did it when I was practically already back at school. But look how fast is Franci at 6:00 in the morning in India. I wonder if we brought enough things for the cold because it's quite cold in the morning and, in general, the further north we go, the lower the temperature gets. Oh re

ally? But did you study meteorology? This morning I am the prince of the obvious. First small petrol stop and ATM withdrawal stop. When you withdraw from the ATM don't be scared, you take out about a wad of rupees but, actually, we are talking about about a hundred euros which is the maximum that the ATM will give you in India, i.e. 10,000 rupees. We always take 10,000, so we pay fewer commissions. It's because we're rich, guys. If you do YouTube you're rich, you know that, right? My knowledge o

f engines is very in-depth. I smell it, I can't figure out if it's the general smell or it's… or it's coming from my tuktuk. I hope it's the environment and that it's not Carletto. And the inevitable chai moment for a correct awakening. To find the places that make chai, you notice it because there is almost always a little man outside. Not always, but many have it. This morning even in the espresso cup. If there were even two Pannocchie from Mulino Bianco, I would feel home. Guys, what a show i

s the street this morning. Amazing Indian landscape, full of cows. We are immersed in the fog, next to us there are cotton fields. With Franci at the wheel it's even more of a spectacle. Yes! What a dawn. So, we're trying the dirt road adventure, let's see in how many seconds it will end badly. And let's make some bad decisions. If only it were the only one. Do we want to wear out this tuktuk a bit or not? Come on Franci with the Camel Trophy! It makes me want to vomit. This time the bad idea ca

me to me, think about it, dear friends. And not happy, I involved them too. Do the dirt road that you enjoy the most, they said, and above all let Franci drive who also tries to overtake on the dirt road. And nothing, guys, after a first attempt, we realized that... It was a crazy idea! And then we will go back, exactly where we came from. Because on the other side the road is impassable. You can't see a damn thing today. What village is it? It's cute, huh? They will never have seen a tourist. H

ere we are literally in the homes of Indian people. Attention! Here is the fort, this morning's destination. Beautiful! I thought I had screwed up because we leave again and I say: but it's not working! Only now do I realize that we had half the handbrake on. It's better that way! Well, since the fort is still closed, another ration of chai latte, to get off to a good start. No, okay, guys, they're doing ziti here. Do you fry them? ? Okay. He came specifically on Sunday morning. So, they told us

that cameras cannot be used, but they told us that the telephone can be used. Maybe because the iPhone has better quality than cameras, so, rightly, we take shots that at least come out well. In the end is a square. A football match can begin, at this point. I'll take this one here that doesn't have the cobweb. What did we get, Franci? Eh… Random things. They look like olives… But they look more like plums, in my opinion. But obviously it isn't. In my opinion, it's harsh. It's sweet. They look

like dehydrated black cherries. A kernel inside... In my opinion they are a kind of black cherry. A dehydrated cherry. So, you take off your shoes, you come in here, you ring the bell. Ok, we can film around the temple but not inside, from what I understand. To collect the shoes we have the number... I'd say it's an Indian number, just by looking. Ah, but there's a queue. Eh, but then say it, eh. Very popular, this place. Obviously, monkeys in the temples never fail. And here is the rest of the

family. They are particularly beautiful though. They have very long tails. Always be very careful with monkeys, guys, because, generally, and I apologise to all the good monkeys, but, generally, monkeys are always a bit of a dick. This temple is very nice, one of the most beautiful seen so far. There are a lot of people and a lot of monkeys. And Franci bought her own Indian souvenir that will end up somewhere in our house. Today's little program for the day: after having drunk two chai lattes, t

o set off properly, and having visited the fort... whose name we will put on the superimposition. Among other things, you know, we always remember everything, for once we don't remember a fort. Now we will continue north because we have to go as far north as possible, towards the city chosen by Franci which is called @ç#@°@§. This town we're passing through is beautiful, guys. Bump! The bumps, guys, are what decide whether or not you will make it to the end of this journey. Not only because the

y are huge but because they are not signposted at all and… Above all, they are always in the wrong place. Yes, they are in places where you honestly ask yourself: But why did they put a speed bump here? But they will have their Indian reasons, I mean. Now there is a giant truck that transports... Look, it has the... The truck has a God drawn on the back. Then it happens that every now and then Franci makes me stop because she feels the urge to buy what she sees. Thank you. Now, in this case I d

on't know what it is, but I imagine it's something to eat. 15 rupees. For what? For something I don't know well. Goats. Buffalo moment. And today too, a lunch break at the Autogrill. We'll have a Chicken Biryani, he'll prepare it for us. Franci, don't say yes, you didn't understand anything. So first snack of the day, small plate of Chicken Biryani, taken directly from the gentleman's pot. I'm happy that the usual devastating dish didn't arrive because then we can try more things. Actually, I al

so stopped to pick up this little one. But what is it? I do not know. I mean, 20 minutes to tell me -that you don't know what you bought? -Come on! In my opinion, it's a vegetable omelette. Reviewable. Yes, reviewable. In my opinion, once lunch is over we'll have a nice blast here, like when we were young and went to the royal gardens. Okay. Is it really what you think, yes, it is exactly that. Ah, there's water in it. He took a handful of chocolate, let's call it, and put it in there. Petrol b

reak for them, with goat attached. Tac... I like that when we get petrol they always tell us, before starting, that the meter is zero. As if to say: Dude, I'm not cheating you, eh, look at it starting from scratch. So instead, guys, today I would like to talk to you about how driving works here in India. I know you are all very interested in the topic and it could save your life, what I am about to tell you, in case you come to India to drive a tuktuk in the future. Driving here is like in Engla

nd, that is, the cars have the steering wheel on the right, on the road you stay on the left, you overtake in the right lane and so on. But if you think of coming to India and just applying this rule… You are dead! In my opinion, you don't end well. On the first day we were told: Gentlemen, take your country's Highway Code rules and forget them, because if you apply them here you are dead. Here you have to use their rules and their rules are few and they break them. Put like that it would seem l

ike hell, actually, guys, the first few days are actually a bit of hell, after which you become a bit Indian, you get the hang of it, you drive as they drive, and somehow you get by. Rule number one: driving against traffic… It is tolerated. Here you can easily see people going the wrong way, on bicycles, on motorbikes, but also in trucks. Yes, you heard right, and on the highway too. The use of the horn: the horn is used here much more than we use it at home and has a completely different meani

ng. We generally use the horn almost to scold, right? Here the horn is used to say: Hey, dude, look, I'm here. So when they honk at you here in India you don't have to take it as we would in Italy, it simply means that they warn you of their presence in some way. After they warn you they move on, so... The problem is that they warn everyone at the same time. Because here, guys, there is no concept of precedence, here there is the concept of I have played louder than you and more times than you a

nd therefore I go first. Finally, to close, animals are part of the route, dogs, cows, chickens, pigs, wild boars, goats, calmly on the road, on the highway. Here there is no real concept of a motorway, here there are roads that flow a little faster, at a certain point they have intersections, there are stop signs, there are bumps on the motorway, traffic deterrents, people who crosses the highway on foot, even at night. Be very careful, guys, because screwing up really takes a moment. And shout

ing squaraus for everyone... yet another pause. Eh, Franci is now a pussy with Paratha or Roti, I don't remember what it's called, but she didn't want us to come to this place. -We see. -No, no, because it's full of flies. Oh well, full of flies, I understand, Franci, we are in India... Eat! Eat! Eat! Eat! Oh. It's also good. It's also good, by the way. I'm never wrong, guys. It's a vegetable minestrone. This is better than the chicken... Be honest, it could have been done. Yes, except for seas

oning flies. You are no longer the Franci I knew. Never eaten flies. Well, satisfied with my stop and my choice. The more it seems wrong to you, the better the place is likely to be. My new friends. Quick lap for Franci. Chai break, probably the last of the day. On this tour I wanted to feel more at home so a biscuit, Indian, with butter, also Indian, perhaps Franci would say that they used a butter... They used a low quality fat. I'll dip it too. So, this technique, guys, basically he makes the

loaf and then sticks it on the hot edge of the stone and it's the cooking technique for... -Chapati. -Chapati. Oh and you see, tac... you attack him like this. Nice! But yes! Ring, dude, this way we'll solve everything! If you are stressed, come and drive in Indian cities in the evening, then we'll talk about it again. Everything under control eh. Everything under control. I put the second gear on, I put the second gear on! Martin Garrix, Animal! We are flying! However, I can't understand how

Google can advise us to go through the city center. I mean, in my opinion, he has no idea about the traffic in this place. He has no idea. -We'll show him now. -Exact. Now I'm sending a written complaint. To Google. What if they reject us now? No, but I come to sleep here in the parking lot, I mean, it's not a problem. Well, after the pandemonium of Jabalpur night traffic which we have spared you, or maybe not, we haven't spared you, I don't know if there are any clips, anyway... We finally re

ach our room this evening where, attention please, they didn't reject us. Sometimes it happens. We noticed this thing, that in Indian bathrooms you can lock yourself in but they can also lock you in. We don't quite understand why. Maybe there's something that's best left out of the bathroom? Well, let's move on to dinner time. Dinner time. Very nice little place with an open kitchen that looks directly onto the ring road or something similar. Among other things, we hadn't noticed that all the g

uys who work in this restaurant are deaf-mute, because we realized after a few minutes that they all spoke with gestures except, I think, the owner who is the one we spoke to to order. Anyway, beautiful. Now let's see if they are also good at cooking. What a nice smell! Delicious. Hot. Oh really? Will it also be spicy? Mh… Yes, good! As if we were in India? Yes. But how beautiful this dinner was tonight. Yes, in the meantime the context has changed, we went back to the room. We will return home

more tired than we left. Mathematical, certain, sure. -It's not a relaxing trip. -For old people. See you tomorrow, guys. Aptsch!