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Kodagu Konnect: A Rainy Weekend at Coorg

Posted by on Dec 6, 2016 in Reviews & Recommendations, Travel Tales | 10 comments

Kodagu Konnect: A Rainy Weekend at Coorg

When I was much younger, and in college, Coorg was a little squiggle on mind, most evitable by a rich sultry drapes, matching nails and lip colour  of a certain Ms Cariappa. It almost stood out eking out a visual cue for Coorg. Eventually, as my friend circle grew in college, Coorg became one of those places that people called home in the multicultural melting pot that was Manipal. And, almost all of them had jaw-dropping good looks, had an unbelievably high tolerance for fiery meat dishes and the almost the same intensity of intolerance against hockey! This naturally led to a conversation...

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Turning 40…

Posted by on Nov 10, 2016 in Travel Tales | 17 comments

Turning 40…

Yesterday was my 40th birthday. Amidst people in one part of the world counting votes, and the other half counting notes, I pretty much had a great time! Infact, I get a feeling that it took me 40 years to convince the world that I was born to create history! When I was a kid, 40 seemed so old.  Middle aged.  The age of my school teachers and doctors with fudged up spectacles who my dad and mum relied upon so much. When I was 20, 40 was like a whole life-time away. When I was 30, 40 seemed like an age where, when I reached, I would have things figured out. Set. A solid...

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Goa-A Glorious and Graceful Hangover!

Posted by on Jul 10, 2016 in Travel Tales | 11 comments

Goa-A Glorious and Graceful Hangover!

Goa is not just exciting and beautiful, it’s intensely addictive too. I don’t know anyone who claims to be bored of Goa, no matter how many times they have already gone. Take me, as a case study.  Five visits already, and still not tired of it. Different kinds of visits. First there was the first time. The time when I managed to stay fairly sober all through the trip, observing nuances of the place, constantly watching the wallet for a few notes and what leisure could it buy me, with just one good meal in my little black dress at the Taj at Fort Aguada (that was on my birthday,...

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Andalusian Archives (Part-2): Arcos de la Frontera, Grazalema and Ronda

Posted by on Jun 11, 2016 in Travel Tales | 5 comments

Andalusian Archives (Part-2): Arcos de la Frontera, Grazalema and Ronda

Driving the roads that interlock the central Andalucían cities, ones flanked by endless fields of ornately positioned olive trees, majestic rugged mountains,  limestone cliffs, white villages and slices of turquoise waters in between, you cant help but realize that there is something always more exciting and adventurous about exploring unknown grounds by car rather than trains or buses. Itineraries can be created at your own pace and comfort. And there we were.. on our little road-trip in southern Spain! Part 2: Arcos de la Frontera, Grazalema and Ronda( Pueblos Blanco/white villages of...

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Andalusian Archives(Part 1): Seville, Cordoba, Granada

Posted by on May 5, 2016 in Travel Tales | 8 comments

Andalusian Archives(Part 1): Seville, Cordoba, Granada

“From where he sat, he could observe the plaza. People continued to come and go from the baker’s shop. A young couple sat on the bench where he had talked with the old man, and they kissed. ‘That baker…’ he said to himself, without completing the thought. The levanter was still getting stronger, and he felt its force on his face. That wind had brought the Moors, yes, but it also brought the smell of the desert and of veiled women. It had brought with its sweat and the dreams of men who had once left to search for the unknown, and for gold and adventure-and for the pyramids. The boy...

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Paris Parfait!

Posted by on Apr 21, 2016 in Travel Tales | 11 comments

Paris Parfait!

“I guess it goes to show that you just never know where life will take you. You search for answers. You wonder what it all means. You stumble, and you soar. And, if you’re lucky, you make it to Paris for a while.”–Amy Thomas I think Paris is schizophrenic. One is the city that exists in my head that comes from the hundreds of guidebooks I have read up and ‘top-10-favourite’ lists I have browsed in the Internet. Its an impression created by reviews in Trip advisor and hotel rates on Airbnb. And Rick Steves. It’s the city of the sights. The museums, the Louvre, the...

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