Amritsar Armistice
Visions of Brampton
Leaving the tight confines of Varanasi we board our flight to the north western state of Punjab; breadbasket to the rest of India and home to the largest Sikh community in the country. Colorful turbans and long beards are everywhere and I notice how much larger in stature the Sikhs are (often topping six feet) compared to the Hindus of . . .
Varanasi in Pictures
Firstly, I have to apologize for the number of pictures in this post. Usually I try to keep it under ten but Varanasi is just so damn photogenic that you can pretty much close your eyes, press the shutter and come away with a decent photo. Hopefully they're not a chore to go through.
The pictures that follow try to illustrate . . .
A Passage Into India
Varanasi: Observations From the Frontline
Much is made of how intense it is to travel India. Close friends and family warned me that I was in for culture shock despite being a seasoned traveler, but I was incredulous. After all, what could India throw at me that I hadn't already experienced to a similar degree in other countries. The choking pollution of Kathmandu, stifling heat . . .
Third World Haircut
No, not mine
We hire a car and guide from our hotel in Kathmandu and, commencing at 8am, make the 6h drive to Pokhara 200km away. The drive is scenic and we pass several rivers which flow emerald green or milky white. The roads take us through a dozen small hamlets as it winds through the Himalayan foothills, verdant and full from the rainy season just . . .
Kathmandu in Pictures
Here are a few pictures I took around Kathmandu. Nepal was once named the most photogenic place on Earth and I'm inclined to agree (although India may have something to say about that). There are just so much interesting things going on in this place. If you're into photography, I highly recommend coming here.
I was . . .
Enlightenment by Bitchslap
And Impressions of Kathmandu
The very first post of this blog was written at 4am in a New Delhi hotel room, temporarily delayed on my way to Kathmandu. Just prior, the DEH>KTH leg of my flight from London was aborted, 50,000 feet above my destination. Unbeknownst to me at the time, the snow storm raging over the Annapurnas was the very same that claimed the lives of . . .
Family Reunion
Meet the Ng's
Like black tar heroine, the travel bug is an addiction that's notoriously hard to kick and after a prolonged break in London, withdrawal has started to set in. I find myself anxious to get back to the travel junket; to trade in French cuffs for kurtas, freshly roasted coffee for freshly brewed chai and delays on the Underground for the . . .
