Rosie with the beautifully pierced ears. I counted 11 although she told me there were 8. Orphaned at 10 years somewhere near Hubli, home for Rosie ever since has been the beaches of Goa where she peddles her wares. Necklaces…

Rosie with the beautifully pierced ears. I counted 11 although she told me there were 8. Orphaned at 10 years somewhere near Hubli, home for Rosie ever since has been the beaches of Goa where she peddles her wares. Necklaces…
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…
Back in my hotel room as I slowly took one more whiff of the understated, yet exquisite, perfume that the store owner of OoLala had dabbed gently onto the insides of my wrist, I thought of my first day in…
It is many years since our wedding and as I write this, my memories travel back to the beautiful rendition of the Song of Ruth two friends sang at our church service. A song that speaks of faith, friendship, loyalty…
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 immigration officer at Mumbai looks at my boarding pass and wants to know where Yeravan is. I tell him it is in Armenia. He ponders for a while and then asks me where Armenia is. I explain its geographical proximity to…
In the midst of spring cleaning a few weeks ago, a little yellow note fell out of a travel notebook I had carried on a trip to the Czech Republic, Hungary and Slovakia some years ago. “Dear Guests,” it read,…