"Traveling – it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller" –Ibn Battuta
A drive from Kushalnagar to Bangalore’s airport took 6 hours and, because our car broke in the middle of the city, we sadly weren’t able to meet up with Kunal, our Oxford classmate. We arrived just in time to catch our flights; I was going to Jaipur and Dimitris was heading back to Delhi. After…
December 31. Dimitris and I wished to stay in Mumbai for an extra day and celebrate the start of 2014 at the Taj Mahal Palace’s NYE’s Gala, but at the same time, we were eager to continue south and attend the teachings of the HH Dalai Lama in Tibetan settlement in Bylakuppe. Our flight was…
December 28. Oh, Bombay! Isn’t it the most populous, cosmopolitan, stylish, commercial, liberal, rich, Bollywoodish place in the whole of India? Take my word for that, it is. But also, it is home to infamous Mumbai mafia and the world largest slums (with 60% of Mumbai’s population living there). Most Indians would still call Mumbai…
December 27. I have never heard of Ellora or Ajanta Caves and after seeing Agra, I haven’t expected Aurangabad to impress me, however, it turned out to be a pretty remarkable place, worthy of a detour from the “standard India package” destinations. Malik Ambar, the Prime Minister of Murtaza Nizam Shah of Ahmadnagar, made Aurangabad…
I can’t call it anything but The Long March Forward. Just like Mao Zedong, we made a lot of sacrifices to get to our next destination, despite all the obstacles and obvious insanity of the idea. The original plan was to leave Khajuraho by train in the morning and transfer in Jhansi for an overnight…