As the air breathes still, the heat seems to gasp and goad, and then lie back in a tired exhausted stupor. And yet Sevilla is alive. Alive and throbbing and intensely romantic. Even at evenings at 41 degrees. This is…
Scene 1 You are backpacking in Europe. You are soaking in the atmosphere – the beautiful, beautiful architecture, the sound of laughter from street side cafes, the cobble-stoned streets, the bright and pretty flowers framed within beautifully paneled windows -…
I know! I know! There’s a heat wave on in Europe, and it’s really hot, and there’s going to be tons of tourists, and prices are really high – and a million other reasons not to go. And there’s just…
Goa is about drunken stupor, cheap alcohol, and wild partying. It’s also about friends and camaraderie and laughter and fun. Even more, it’s about beautiful beaches, gorgeous drives, finger-licking cuisine, and the best churches in India. But on some days,…
Which is the most beautiful country you have visited? Which is your favorite country in the world? What’s the most fun trip you have had? Which is the one country you would go back again to? These are the usual questions…
On most days I am dreaming of all the countries I need to explore, all the cultures I need to experience, all the strangers I need to make friends with. And then on some days, I think of home and…
1.The monuments – Since this is the most obvious one, let’s start with this one first. As much as you have heard or read about the monuments, it doesn’t prepare you for the splendor that awaits you. One of the…
I should have closed my eyes and dozed off. There was a mild, slightly cool breeze, I could hear waves lapping below my feet, and most important…wait for this…I had nothing to do. That’s right, you heard it right. We…
I opened my hours and gazed at the blaze of light that was slowly creeping up the slopes around me. And a feeling of awe broke the shackles of sleep that had me tied down to my seat. And then…total…
I am bad with kids. I am especially bad with kids I don’t know. But I couldn’t help be charmed by this little girl in Petra. After hours of walking and climbing, we had stopped at a quiet ledge up…