I had to have five lunches by myself in Bangalore, and I reached out to my friends on social media for help. The result is a crowd-sourced list of 46 places to eat in Bangalore with recommendations. I have also written short notes about the places I ate at.
I take a group of bloggers on a heritage walk around the Charminar. We discover a bunch of stuff about the iconic Charminar and its heritage, as well as some yummy food, the chef's ancient but still-working communications system, and of course, lots of stories!
Staying at the Hampi Jungle Lodges Resort prompted a review of the JLR experience. Read all about my birthday trip to the Sloth Bear Resort, as well as get the low down on what it means to have a JLR experience.
So you’re going on that journey of a lifetime, and you want to document it. Take pictures, write detailed blog posts, send out real-time updates to friends and family. Or at least, this is the grand plan you set out to achieve. The end result usually turns out to be sporadic updates on your favorite social network, along with a few selfies and a few more pictures with semi-detailed captions. The best anecdotes and stories you share verbally with a few close friends or colleagues, and it’s
Vidya and I spent a delightful three days at the Jungle Lodges at Vilaspur. It was a wonderful experience, and we hope to do it again sometime.
We drove from Hyderabad to Vilaspur – a distance of about 135 kilometers. It took us a little over 3 hours – we stopped on the way for breakfast and pictures. The road was a National Highway all the way to Zaheerabad and except for a few patches around Zaheerabad, it was quite alright. After Zaheerabad, we turned into a state highway
Misr – An Egyptian Sojourn
We just returned from a short trip to Egypt – a week in a wonderful land, discovering its ancient and modern faces, an experience of a lifetime. A single account can hardly justify the trip – so here we present a few impressions.
In the beginning of September 2010, Vidya and I took a jungle holiday in Uttara Kannada. The one thing that stood out in this trip was how we kept seeing Hornbills, and how sighting them shaped our holiday. This is the story of that holiday. Written with creative inputs from Vidya Sigamany.
In the beginning of September 2010, Vidya and I took a jungle holiday in Uttara Kannada. The one thing that stood out in this trip was how we kept seeing Hornbills, and how sighting them shaped our holiday. This is the story of that holiday.
The true traveller can heal anywhere. The moment you have to go home to heal, you cease being a traveller, and become homesick. Once home, you heal and are ready to go out into the world again, but in your heart of hearts you know you have to come back home. You have ceased to be a traveller.
Travel brings with it pains and hurts you never know you could experience. You recuperate, heal, become whole, when you see that sunset, that peak in the distance, or below you, that little pool of sunlight
Now, before you go off imagining a trip on a mega-hog like some Hell’s Angel lost on the wrong continent, let me explain. I biked to Bhongir. ‘Biked’ is a word used, for want of anything better, to say that I travelled to and from Bhongir on my Bajaj CT-100, a piddling motorcycle that is little better than a moped. However, it did get me out there and back relatively faster than anyone else I encountered on the roads, and I covered the 25-kilometre stretch of National Highway