In India, once a year the county is greeted with colour during the Holi festival. I was fortunate enough to be in Mumbai when Holi was being celebrated.The day began on the rooftop at Basti hostel where we were plastered from head to toe in paint. We threw paint at each other as well as... Continue Reading →
I jumped on the busy train at Santa Cruz station, which is near Basti hostel and made my way to Borivali - North of where I am staying. From there I needed to find the ferry port Gorai. I was told the easiest way was by tuck tuck. A man in a light brown uniform... Continue Reading →
Waking up early, I decided I would set off before the sun reached its peak. Following advice from the lovely staff at Basti hostel I went on a 20 to 30 minute walk to the nearby beach. School children lined up for registration outside, while their teachers spoke through a megaphone. Adults were speed walking... Continue Reading →
'Are there any festivals coming up?' I cheerily asked the taxi driver, hoping to spark up a conversation. He mumbled something inaudible. I looked hopefully at him in the mirror and he shook his head, while smiling. The elderly man dressed in a long white shirt and lose cream trousers clearly spoke no English and... Continue Reading →
As we travel the world, we must abide to different countries rules. Various places maintain contrasting opinions, cultures and etiquette. It is paramount to respect others and not to cause offence. Firstly, you do not want to get into trouble and secondly you and everyone else will have a better experience if you get on. In... Continue Reading →
The other day as I was sorting though my dusty bookshelf, attempting one of those spring cleaning exercises. I came across an old haunt. My travel journal from Japan. Opening up my hand crafted diary the memories flooded back. I was transported to the squeaky clean Tokyo airport, where order and efficiency dictated. I remembered... Continue Reading →
We are going on a bear hunt 