Third stop on the sabbatical: United States Of AmericaA people and places pilgrimage O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? - The Star Spangled Banner, USA National Anthem I didn’t know what to expect from this trip, I really didn’t. All I… Continue reading A Month Of Memories In U.S.A.
Second stop on the sabbatical: Spain Soon after we got married, B and decided that our fifth anniversary should be celebrated someplace nice, keeping the exact place open to evolving tastes and interests. As we hit that milestone last year, we unanimously picked Europe, and almost unanimously chose southern Spain. The architectural and cultural clash… Continue reading Ola Espana!
First stop on the sabbatical: Switzerland Have you ever heard of a trip to Switzerland without visiting the Alps? Well, welcome to one! Europe to me has always meant history and art ensconced deceptively in either a sleepy old village or a glitzy world city, and the towering Alps that cuts across eight countries. I’ve… Continue reading Chocolates, Cheese and Cities in Switzerland
Ok, I have finally met my match in misplaced expectations. Maybe it was because of very last minute prep for this trip, or maybe it is finally a spotlight on how my travel tastes are changing, I know not. But Kyoto left me very, very konfused. Every since I heard of a Japanese temple town… Continue reading The Kase Of The Kyoto Konfusion
“Wonder how these stars look like right now”, B said, as he gazed up at the night sky. It startled me like nothing had in a while. “You’re right”, I agreed. Nothing is really as it seems, I thought. We were sprawled out on an empty rooftop bar, perfect psychedelic music thumping softly from a… Continue reading Relax, Reflect, Revive – Phuket
Sometimes, just sometimes, I go with the flow. I don’t plan much and I don’t read or educate myself about my destination. This time, the reason was two-pronged. One, the destination was Thailand, where I’d already been a couple of times. I knew about its deep contradictions and stunning beauty and tourism friendliness. Two, a… Continue reading Wats, Mountains and Khao Soy – Chiang Mai
We sat in Mrs.Duong’s courtyard sipping tea, as Na helped translate the seventy-five year old’s life story to us. After politely enquiring about her children, her husband’s nine siblings, their association with Uncle Ho and the ornate shrine in their small living room, we took the plunge. “Is it ok to ask her about the… Continue reading North Vietnam – Part 1
You know you’re a city girl when your senses come alive amidst crowds, when your heart thumps to the beat of a commuter train, and when your brain kinda gives up on the necessity of serenity ever so often. I know I’m one. I love my cities as much as I love my mountains. And… Continue reading The Template Of A Mad Metropolis – Tokyo
The hills are alive with the sound of music! - Maria, in The Sound Of Music I hopped, skipped and jumped in a green meadow on a sunny morning, singing the one line I knew of this song over and over again. Before me lay an undulating meadow, caught between a white winter and a… Continue reading In The Meadows Of Dayara Bugyal
Oh, Angkor. Any ode to you that's been brewing in my head ever since I heard of you years ago will not be ode enough. Any words I find to describe even a minuscule part of your physical grandeur or your geographical significance will do you no justice. Any description of how you dwarf the… Continue reading The Glories Of Ancient Angkor