Ubud is good. But Kuta is cuter. Actually that’s complete nonsense, Ubud is heaps betterer. Here’s some Ubud from a drunken perspective ( Did I mention I’m still alone ?) Those funky dudes are Ibor ( rhymes with Igor but only if you say it with a Transylvanian accent), and Made, which rhymes with Sade, […]Read More Cuter in Kuta
Kochi is so very beautiful, so full of amazing tableaux that it could not be contained in one blog. Thus…White ginger sifters, black Santa, Dhobi Wallahs, Ayurvedic massage recipients bearing uncanny resemblances to road accident victims, a Hebrew village, Bolsheviks, Catholics, Dutch Skulls and crossbones.Read More Kochi #2
Udupi, Karnataka is a temple town, a place of pilgrimage and prayer, with rather amazing temple chariots. Rooly trooly chariots of the Gods. It is a charming place but we have a terrible, terrible confession to make. We know that in your eyes we are like a cross between Scott of the Antarctic, Edmund Hillary, […]Read More Udupi Idyll: Let’s Dance !
We had just finished our spicy Goan fish curry and were sipping a particularly inoffensive post prandial Sula Sauv Blanc when…a statuesque blonde came into the Dropadi restaurant. We attempted nonchalance but it’s not everyday that a sparkling-eyed celebrity sits next to you and starts chatting. For the sake of remaining incognito we respected that […]Read More Uma and Us
This Lao Government sign near our hotel got us thinking. Would they consider two for the price of one ? Amazingly, they even appear to offer a service to those undergoing gender transition. More strength to them.Read More A Singular Offering in Luang Prabang
The Tang of Luang Prabang After 12 hours in a bus on a death-defying mountain road sustained only by our collective suspension of disbelief in the laws of gravity, and by many, many novenas, confessions of guilt and beggings for forgiveness, remembrance of sins of omission and commission, Ave Maria’s, Stations of the Cross and […]Read More Bears, Buffaloes and Butterflies
Correction: The looooooong and winding road to Luang Prabang Bing and Bob weren’t onboard but there was certainly a plethora of Dorothy Lamours complete with sarongs, (though smaller, browner and marginally less glamorous). We were picked up in the VIP chauffeur-driven cattle truck and bumped merrily along to the bus station. The usual Security Committee […]Read More The Road to Luang Prabang