How to gatecrash a wedding in India

'Chumi de de, chumi de de (kiss me),' I sung with the biggest grin on my face. I learnt this romantic Bollywood song a few days ago during Holi in Mumbai, thanks to my Indian friend Sweety. She taught me some Hindi phrases and how to dance Bollywood style. This has been of great use... Continue Reading →

Train travel in India

At the moment I am writing this from a 17 hour overnight train journey from Mumbai to Udipur. I am in an air-conditioned two tier carriage on the upper berth. I managed to get a good night's sleep and am now awaiting my arrival. Top tips for train travel in Mumbai: Buying the ticket -... Continue Reading →

Top tips for solo female travellers in Mumbai

In parts of India women are not seen out in the evening, their skin must be covered in public and they generally stay at home playing the dutiful wife. However, Mumbai is very westernised and women seem to have more freedom. Many wear western style clothes and go out at night to party. Being a... Continue Reading →

बुरा न मानो होली है Please don’t mind me (throwing colours on you). It’s Holi

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 →

Namaste India

'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 →

Finding peace in London

'Please mind the gap between the train and the platform,' the conductor bellows in monotone every morning at 8.00 am. Shortly after a swarm of commuters push past, leaving me squished up against the tube window. As the doors open at each stop, people spill out of the train as if a pot has just... Continue Reading →

Surfing in Lanzarote

Clinging onto my red, 9ft surf board I waded out into the sea battling against the harsh waves. The luke-warm water pounded against my shins, thighs and eventually my chest as I got further away from the shoreline. To my right dramatic mountains jutted out into the bright blue sky. A scattering of white wispy... Continue Reading →

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