Juice on the streets!

Sharing pics of my street drinking ways in India!

The sugar cane man!


Refreshing glasses of sugarcane juice mixed with ginger and other spices!

Preparing the juice!



Scooping out the innards of the coconut!


A refreshing glass of coconut juice!

Comments

  1. Good Naija Girl1:35 AM

    Sugarcane juice sounds yummy!

    That coconut looks quite different from what I'm used to seeing.

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  2. Adeoluwa - NBB5:03 PM

    Coconut + Sugarcane juice. Hope u had a cup. lol

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  3. Anonymous6:05 PM

    Ahhhhhh....life is great!!

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  4. SOLOMONSYDELLE7:30 AM

    okay, you have made me very, very thirsty...

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  5. olaoluwatomi8:57 PM

    @GNG it wa yummy!
    @SIncmedia the coconut was the cup:)
    @Kat I agree life is great.
    @Solomonsydelle have a drink!

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  6. Anonymous6:47 AM

    TOOOOMI! these pictures are lovely , i didn't know you tried a street coconut! how daring of you =). You know i was too scared to try any of that street food for the most part. And you did this after the warnings about sugar cane juice!KB - india crew member

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  7. olaoluwatomi12:47 PM

    KB! Im not that reckless the warnings came after the deed had been done, really enjoyed touring Mumbai with you:)

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  8. Bomi Jolly2:16 PM

    Sugar cane & Coconut - long time no see!! Aww how I long for a sweet juice sugar cane... hmmmm

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