Travel Blogs.
Featured
Few hours in Bangkok with Cats, Ella, Cris, Dogs, Rains, Reflections and Chicken feet.
They say, life passes most people by while they're making grand plans for it. I don’t know much about life or grand plans, but I do know 2 years and 9 months pass by quite quickly when one is their own full time photographer, editor, manager, driver, cook, accountant, sweeper, mopper, dishwasher. Basically, sometimes I feel I am a full time urban-clap deep cleaning professional.
2000kms with 1 driver friend and 2 non driver friends.
To Goa and back again by Varun Suresh.
I have been fortunate to have parents who have always made travelling a top priority in their lives. Within their limited means they ensured every year the family would get to see some part of India. But, after my father retired from work, that tradition ended.
Sometime last year I thought it would be a good idea to renew that ritual. We decided on visiting Spain and Portugal. This was the first trip abroad for my parents ( Not counting Bhutan here because it is not a foreign trip for an Indian passport holder unless one is really made to work for their visa).
Sometime last year, actually September last year I had decided to visit Europe hoping for a 'Before Sunrise'-esque episode. Anyway nothing of that sort happened and Vienna wasn't even that nice in my opinion. But, the nicer part of the story is I got to re-unite with my photographer friends from London who are now in various parts of Europe.
The trip was 22 days in all and I had about 12 days of solo time. I was petrified of that part initially, but looking back I definitely had a more visceral experience being alone.
If your idea of a holiday is meeting happy peaceful people, sitting by the flowing river and reading for hours together till the light fades away and makes way for the milky way, trekking atop misty mountains and infinite fields with random lazy dogs for company, playing football with the monks, getting overpowered by the mighty Buddha, then go to Bhutan. If you are up for some chillies, pork, Bhutanese Karaoke and don't mind being raced to the top of hills by 75 year olds. Then go to Bhutan.
30th July 2011,18 days to go. And it is goodbye London. I will never forget this year. So much has happened I have come a long way, I should have written more often though, I do remember pieces from here and there and will try my best to put them up together. I will start with the first memory I missed writing in here.
The first (Last) day of London Summer.
Most Indians invariably have family living abroad. That was not the case with mine The first time anyone ever went abroad from my family was back in 2010. I had just quit my IT desk job and received an admit for a photography course in The University of The Arts , London. I didn’t get off to a comfortable start though. The University had arranged for a meet and greet pick up service and for some reason my name was not listed.