New post on my blog! New Delhi to Kathmandu by Bus, A Tale of Severe Food Poisoning. ? Due to a cascade of last-minute decisions, I found myself taking a 36 hour upright rickety bus through the foothills of the Himalayas with a severe case of Delhi Belly – vomiting out the window the whole way.? ? As always, the link is in my bio or you can get to it directly at https://buff.ly/3ihBhVQ? ?
Being silly in the sun, under the palms on our Kolkata rooftop garden. In less then 12 hrs I'll be Hong Kong bound, then the following day making my way home
Today is my last full day in Rishikesh.. Tomorrow I'll be back on the road. I've loved the more chilled out vibe up here, the spiritual feel, the monkeys on laxman jhula bridge. The kindness of the shop and cafe owners I've gotten to know. I've loved the cooler climate and being surrounded by yoga and meditation <3 Rishikesh
Eating in India has been an absolute pleasure. Everywhere I've stopped has been a pleasure loaded with amazing flavours and spices. From the tiny roadside vendors to the small local thali stops, I'm yet to order something that doesn't delight me.
Hanging out with the holy street cows of Jaisalmer, as I explore the inner fort of this fascinating and gorgeous desert city.
This little guy keeps popping over with bits of dry chapati that he's scavenged from around the place, then brings them up here to the rooftop to dunk them in the bowl of water a few times to soften them up.
Tonights "office" in , Sometimes life is so surreal and wonderful I need to remind myself I'm not dreaming.
Oil & Roses Today I wandered the 100 year old bazaars of Jaipur's pink city. I stopped and chatted with many people and as each day passes I come to understand more of this incredible culture. Passing through the intoxicating perfume of thousands of roses and marigolds being prepared into garlands, I stopped to check out a selection of flower oils in beautiful glass perfume decanters. The shop owner invited me to sit and drink chai with him, as an old Indian man did the rounds with an old copper chai pot. We talked of religion and India and his perfume shop, which although just a small space with a small cabinet, has been passed down through his family for generations. The older man sitting beside is, carefully lacing roses onto threads drank tea with us and gave me a small fragrant rose as a parting gift. Traveling India alone is such a wonderful opportunity to explore and meet people. The colours and scents and flavours of India continue to amaze me.