Incredibly…somehow…you’ll be shocked gentle reader but it’s true…we left Adelaide…the crucible of democracy, birthplace of the Arts, rivers of fine wine and bubbling beer brooks. Crumbling cliffs of Golden North Honey Ice Cream, Menz Yo-Yo biscuits standing stiffly in a row, Woodroofe’s lemonade flowing from the fountains, King George Whiting the size of blue-fin tuna […]Read More North by North East
Certainly I was overexcited. There’s no point denying it. After a month of being a shipwreck on the shore of the sea of life, only staying afloat due to very occasional uplifting encounters with mermen and mermaids like Mirek and Ksenija. (They have a truly excellent beautifully written and put together blog by the way, […]Read More Ubud…the Dancing Quince.
When in Mysore we stay at the Green Palace Hotel. The GP is a stately pile, evidently built by the Maharaja for one of his sisters. We think it may have been a less-favoured sister as the place, glorious though it is, is, (in Mysore Maharaja terms) more of a hunting lodge, albeit a grand […]Read More The Green Palace of Mysore
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 !
Hypochondriacal inclinations are, (like everything else in SE Asia), magnified. As I write this on the banks of the Nam Khan River, huge blue and gold butterfly’s flap past, enormous, dappled, layered, cloud covered mountain ranges loom, elephants trumpet (seriously, there are several sanctuaries within […]Read More Hypochondria ? Can you catch it ?
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