In several status updates Admittedly I have posted very little on the everyday occurrences in my travel. Here are some snippets, culled from Facebook. Day 1: Two sleep-deprived people board a plane full of evangelical missionaries offering ‘free healing’ in the plane (true story), dinner in the streets and accidental romantic date at a blacksmith-themed [...]
Cow on Limestone Kiln, Meghalaya, 2006 Five years ago, I said: “Ask me again a year, three, or five from now and all I will remember is driving up, around, up, around, up, around, in the swirling clouds as the rain lashed at my windows and I feared for my life, balanced so daintily in [...]
A girl. A bike. A panda.
This entry is part 5 of 6 in the series Nordic NotesI’m home now of course, whatever home means, and I’ve been retelling a couple of stories. The same ones, but many of them, just because I’ve had such a crazy time in the Nordics. This one isn’t very much of a story. Just a [...]
I go off to be one with nature, and all that jazz.
Helsinki in some Instagram pictures.
I have seen some places in my short travelling life, but rarely a place that offers me chocolate and naked women within two hours of arriving.
Helsinki turned out to be such a place.
Helsinki, Tallinn, Stockholm, Skinnskatteberg, Malmö, Copenhagen. Once in a while, I enjoy diving deep into places I know nothing about. I have a good feeling about this trip. (Also, is this the start of real-time travel blogging for me?)
This entry is part 1 of 1 in the series QuoraHere I start a series of my best answers on Quora, starting with this one. It still has the highest numbers of upvotes! For those of you who don’t know, Quora is an amazing community full of smart people asking and answering interesting questions. I [...]
A crash. A breakdown. 200 kilometres in the opposite direction. Andrew and I were left without our native son, and we screwed it up in as many ways as it was possible to. Yercaud more than made up for it, though.
There comes a point in every traveller’s life when the experience of going to a foreign place no longer feels the same, nor as exciting as it used to be when she first began. Cities blur into similar skylines, restaurants and bars. Non-cities remain precisely that—good in small doses but rarely more. The magic of travel fades into a succession of airports, suited executives and boring business hotels, or a kaleidoscope of lobster-red package tourists and concrete bungalows on dirty beaches. Even I could not avoid that fate.
If you looked on a map, the holy southern Indian city is merely 185 kilometres from Madras. If you took a bus, it would take just under five hours. If you travelled by car, perhaps three and a little bit. Since we took an autorickshaw, our estimated travel time was something like eight hours. Or before nightfall; whichever came first.