Travel Tales

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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Banaras: Bold, Beautiful and Bejeweled!

Posted by on Feb 29, 2016 in Travel Tales | 20 comments

Banaras: Bold, Beautiful and Bejeweled!

“Banaras is older than history, older than tradition, older than even legend, and looks twice as old as all of them put together”- Mark Twain.. “Kashi” as locals calls it, is a city that should be savored slowly- almost like the ‘paan’ that comes associated with this name in its prefix. It is a city that you either like for its character or dislike for its dirt. So, while packing your suitcase, pack patience. Because, if you don’t wear that, it will be hard for you move along or experience it. Be it, for allowing the musky smell of camphor to entice...

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Darjeeling- A tale of tail-coats, tea-gardens and tall ‘tains

Posted by on Jan 11, 2016 in Travel Tales | 12 comments

Darjeeling- A tale of tail-coats, tea-gardens and tall ‘tains

Never has brewing tea made me more nervous. In fact, I now tremble and take a deep breath before I dare to make that first pour into the teapot. I take extra care with the water temperature for the first brew now. The spectre of burning my tea leaves on the first brew looms. I don’t even dare to use a thermometer to measure water temperature. “Feel it with your heart. Learn it with the palm of your hand and fingers in relation to the changing environment.” – had said a wise man, once.  I am back from a short stop-over at Makaibari, the first ever tea factory in the...

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