So driving along a large road between cities, my driver (who knew I liked to meet locals, and try the local food), asked if I would like to try water fruit. Yes, of course I did.
It is a Water Chestnut, called Singhara, and is a hard to peel, quite bland but pleasant enough fruit to eat.
As I was purchasing a bag from the woman selling them, I saw a wee child’s head appear from behind her. I of course smiled, and engaged, so then another one appeared. More engagement, more children appeared, until they came out from behind the roadside barrier, and were happy to be in some photographs. I then realised that through the metal fencing behind them, covered in light cloths, was where the family lived. Their home, on the side of a large busy road, but close to mum while she worked.
Wow…what a way to appreciate what we have in New Zealand.
(My son had lugged some cricket bats and balls from NZ to give away, hence in the photographs).
