Ironbound in India

Ok, today was probably one of the craziest days of my life. So you know that volcano that erupted in Iceland? Well as I was on my way home from Japan, sick and tired of Japanese food, and suddenly the pilot makes an announcement that we will be crash landing in Mumbai because of some ash getting stuck in the engine (oh joy!) so we landed, and I got out of the airport confused, and with no place to stay. I walked around the crowded streets for a while, then realized that I was really hungry. Luckily I saw a street vendor nearby, and I ran to him. He had all kinds of food at his stand. He had naan, and tandoori chicken, which looked pretty good, but what looked the best was the Punjabi Aloo Amritsari. Punjabi Aloo Amritsari is a potato type soup dish, and since it was the least expensive item on the menu, it was also my dinner. I paid the man, thanked him, and sat down on the sidewalk to enjoy my meal. I gotta say, that was some pretty darn good stuff! It had a savory, and spicy flavor that I just couldn't get enough of. I was sad when I licked the last drop out of the paper bowl, but it was getting dark anyway. I went back to the airport in hopes of finding a flight back to america, or at least a place where people speak english. Luckily, I learned that the smoke had cleared a bit and it was safe to fly. I booked a flight, and got on my plane and fell asleep before we even took off.