It was only the promise of masala chai, or “mixed-spice tea”, that got me out of bed before the sun, and onto a Jaisalmer rooftop with my tripod and cameras on a cold November morning.
I love chai.
Nothing says “India” to me like chai: that hot sweetened tea, made rich from the boiled buffalo milk (or full-cream cow milk) and spicy with the maker’s secret blend of ginger and cardamom, with cinnamon, star anise, fennel seeds, peppercorn, nutmeg and/or cloves.
Visitors to India are warned to avoid all kinds of food, but chai – depending on the cups it is served in – is pretty low risk. If the stand is busy, you can be pretty sure the milk is fresh; in any event, it is heated to boiling before being added to the tea mix. Although it is often served in small glasses, the vendors usually have paper or plastic disposable cups for nervous foreigners. Many years ago in Varanasi, I was introduced to buffalo chai in little terracotta cups: when your drink is finished, you throw the cup into a waiting receptacle, and if the cup breaks, you will have good luck.
Masala chai is also a great equaliser. It has been my time sitting in the rickety plastic chairs in front of curb-side chai stands in many parts of Indian that has allowed me to chat to people (albeit, often without a common language), and to give me the courage to ask consent for portraits.
So, when photographer Karl Grobl and local guide local guide DV Singh told me (and my nine travel companions) that there would an opportunity for a hot cup of chai at street level after our early-morning hour on a cold Jaisalmer rooftop, I grabbed my warmest clothes and set off.
Sunrise, street portraits and hot chai…
A brilliant way to start the day.
‘Till next time!
Pictures: 08November2013