Travelling have for sure made me a less picky eater.
As a child there were thousands of things I could not eat – just ask my parents.
On my first long trip alone to Nigeria I therefore struggled. The first months I lived of eating cookies and egg-sandwiches. I did not eat because I enjoyed it, but because I had to. I lost a lot of weight, and often felt very sick due to going a whole day without eating. A bit later on, I found a restaurant that sold pizza, pasta and hamburgers. As Jos (the city I lived in) is a conflict area, there were only two restaurants that sold international food in the whole city – and they were located far and the road there was not safe. I could therefore not eat there every day.
So I had a choice. I could eat the local food, or I could go hungry and feel sick as a result of not eating. I knew that going without eating well was not good for my health.
After a while of eating the local food – I started to like it. And it happens today that I think back and miss particularly the yam.
Today, I eat almost everything. When I travel to a new country I look for the local food. Today, new local foods is part of me experience a new culture and country.
Indian food – which I never cared for try before. Today, it is one of my favorites. Almost daily I think about the delicious foods I was served while in India.
The fried grasshoppers in Uganda – How I wish they were sold here in Norway.
Sushi – another big favorite.
In Bolivia I have tried all the types of local food you can get – and I love it all (almost). Foods that that most of the volunteers that came for the foundation I worked for avoided – just like I did at first in Nigeria.
After living in many developing countries, I am also much less picky when it comes to hygiene and food. Before, I would never be eating in a place that did not seem very clean. But I remember in India when I observed a rat running back in the restaurant. I did not even care anymore and took a bite of the food. If that is a good thing can be discussed. But it is necessary for survive in some countries. Though my husband think I am still a bit posh when it comes to hygiene and food, no one can ever tell me again that I am a picky eater. Because that travel have changed.
How is your relationship between travel and food, has travels affected which foods you like?