Several of our readers suggested today’s post topic when we requested input from our readers on future topics in this post a few days ago. Thank you to so many who’ve written to us with excellent suggestions, which, over time, we’ll undoubtedly utilize in future posts, especially while we’re still in lockdown in Mumbai, India.

Many inquired as to “What we’ve missed the most while in lockdown.” Mainly, as mentioned in the past, what we eat is a significant source of importance, now more than ever. With the long days and nights, mealtime is a pleasant distraction and a needed source of sustenance and nutrition.

What a view of Istanbul!

Of course, we can’t wait for the days when we will be in a new location when we can go outdoors, sightseeing, and visiting points of interest in and surrounding our everyday lives.

I can’t wait for those first photos of our “new” grocery store when we have the exciting opportunity to shop for our meal preparation while living in a new temporary home. The thought of sharing photos of our new home and surroundings sends shivers up my spine. 

The contrast of old and new is breathtaking in Istanbul.

It’s even harder to envision taking photos of sightseeing venues when at this point, it’s been three months since we’ve done so, the same amount of time when we didn’t go out and about while I was recovering from open-heart surgery in the bush house in Marloth Park in 2019.

At least during those long three months, Tom was able to take plenty of photos of the visiting wildlife daily, often accompanied by exciting tidbits suitable for inclusion in the next day’s post.

We were able to zoom in on many historic sites from the deck of the ship.

Here, in lockdown, the most significant tidbit of the day might be something like this: last night’s Paneer Machkni was made by a different cook using a different recipe and didn’t suit my taste. 

Now the question is, “Do I tell them it was awful and hope they use the former recipe, or do I stop ordering it entirely?” I don’t know. It was a nice break from the grilled chicken breasts night after night with a side of cooked cabbage and spinach, both often too salty even when I’ve said over and over: “No salt, please.” I use salt, but over-salting is unpleasant. We have our Himalayan salt on hand, which I’d prefer to use at my discretion.

The far-left point of the blue line is the Port of Istanbul. The endpoint of the blue line toward the right is the Blue Mosque and an area of most of the tourist attractions, a little too close for comfort by our commitment to safety. Taksim Square, where there was political unrest in Istanbul, Turkey, at that time, is across the bridge from the Blue Mosque.

With the language barrier, it’s hard to explain changes over the phone. We aren’t allowed to meet the cooks in person. When I’ve tried ordering the one other item I can eat, salmon, the portion is too small to fill me when my sides only consist of the two small portions of vegetables. 

If I ask for more, we’ll be charged twice as much, and it’s just not worth paying INR 1818, US $24, for a 6 ounce, .17 kg serving of salmon. Each dinner, I need a 6 ounce, .17 kg serving of protein, two non-starchy vegetables, and a side salad. But, it’s not safe to eat raw vegetables in India, even in this lovely hotel, making a fresh salad is out of the question.

Here again, old and new intertwined in Istanbul, Turkey.

Don’t get me wrong, the staff at this hotel is excellent, and in no way do I intend to negate the quality of their service or food. But, they are used to serving Indian food, not my low-carb way of eating, let alone continental cuisine. 

If I could eat Indian food, I would since I do like most of it. But, I don’t need to suffer the unpleasant effects of changing my diet. Tom is doing well with his same dinner each night, which doesn’t seem to vary much in taste, although the portions may vary in size.

In a nutshell, we miss our homemade meals, and yes, a nice big steak would serve us well. Neither of us had had any beef since before January 30, 2020, when we left the US to travel to India. 

We knew we wouldn’t have any beef in India during the planned initially two months of touring. That was anticipated and not a problem. Now, it has been five months, and it could be many more months until we can have a bun-less burger, meatloaf, pot roast, roast beef, steaks, or the many other cuts of meat we’ve regularly enjoyed in the past.

This simple church spire adds to the Istanbul skyline.

Nor can we have pork here other than Tom’s over-cooked or under-cooked bacon each morning, including pork chops on the grill, a pork roast, pork tenderloin, and shredded pork, all of which could be which is unavailable.

Even the chicken is different here. They do not serve dark meat as a protein source on a plate that I prefer. Dark meat is used in various Indian dishes, while dry white meat serves chicken as an entree. I’ve never really cared for chicken breasts unless they were roasted on the bone. 

Each night when I don’t order Paneer Mahkni, I get two small chicken breast halves. Fortunately, they aren’t as dry as they could be, but it’s never quite filling enough. An hour or so later, the hunger subsides, and I am fine for the evening. Tom’s portions are sufficient for him.

The Port of Istanbul, where we sit today, is a 20-minute walk from the unrest in Taksim Square.

What else do we miss besides food? Fresh outdoor air, shopping, space to move around, everyday household tasks, walking outdoors, happy hour, friends, conversations with others, birds singing, wildlife, flowers blooming, sunsets, trips to the market, and being able to purchase toiletries and odds and ends we need from time to time.

When I take my contacts out at night, I wear those cheap drugstore glasses while reading my phone or playing scrabble. Within a week, both of the “arms” (the part that goes over the ears) broke, and there was no way to keep them on while lying on my side in bed. 

Tom broke off the head of a toothbrush provided by the hotel and handed me the handle, which I used with an elastic hairband to fashion a new handle. See the photo below. It works. In normal times, I would have gone to a pharmacy to purchase a new pair. But, these are the times of Covid-19. Nothing is the same.

Revised eyeglasses using a toothbrush handle and an elastic hairband.

We manage. We improvise, and we continue to have hope eventually, all of this will change. Yesterday, Tom asked me, as Covid-19 cases rapidly escalate in India, if we could see ourselves still here a year from now. It’s entirely possible, but we’re praying, not likely. 

We anticipate we’ll be able to leave in three months, perhaps not to South Africa but some other country we choose as safe and palatable for our needs and desires. Under no circumstances will we select a location that we deem to be unsafe in any manner. 

Are we unhappy? Not at all. We laugh, we chat, we tease, and we are playful with one another. We analyze the state of our planet, other countries, India, our own country, our former home state of Minnesota, and the progression of the virus, for us, our loved ones, and for the future of the world to come.

May God keep us all healthy and able to withstand the challenges facing each of us, regardless of how big or small they may be. It’s all relative.

Be well.

Photo from one year ago today, June 11, 2019:

A calf on a hill overlooking the sea in Connemara, Ireland. For more photos, please click here.