Streaks of colour whizzed past us, in striking contrast to the reddish-brown sandy background that had even lent their colour to the leaves on the trees. It was hot and dry outdoors, but a fascinating ride as we made our…
When the Visa Application is The Journey
There could not have been a more dramatic start to a family holiday. I was at the doorstep of the Embassy of Romania in Delhi on the dot of 12 noon, picked up our four visa-stamped passports, heaved a combined…
With a Book, Camera and Toothbrush: Female, Solo and Baggageless in Phnom Penh
I should have trusted my instincts…after all these were two very different connecting carriers, one a full-service airline and the other a low-cost airline. But the lady at the airline check-in counter assured me that my luggage would be checked…
Why I Go Where I Go
“He knows not where he’s going, For the ocean will decide, It’s not the destination, It’s the glory of the ride” Edward Monkton, Zen Dog I have often been asked how I choose destinations I travel to. It’s not…
Highway Stories in Uganda
On the road again Goin’ places that I’ve never been Seein’ things that I may never see again And I can’t wait to get on the road again (On The Road Again, Willie Nelson) Christmas Eve and we were on…
The Spirited Train to St Petersburg
“He’s a liar,” he said, pointing an accusatory finger at Lonely Planet’s Russia Guide that my sister held in her hand while responding to her question on the safety of drinking water in St Petersburg. “I don’t think he has…
The Slow Boat to Nowhere
As we turned into our bed for the night, I couldn’t help but be amused by the fact that just a few hours earlier this very space had been our dining table, where in the company of our loveliest friends,…