
Namibia :: The land God made in anger
I feel I need to say something; the grating sound’s getting louder by the minute. Is there anything wrong with the engine? I ask as ……Read More
I feel I need to say something; the grating sound’s getting louder by the minute. Is there anything wrong with the engine? I ask as ……Read More
Catching the Egyptair flight from Cairo to Mumbai, I watch the man next to me cross himself a few times. It has been an eventful ……Read More
Thinking back, my one memory of Khajuraho is that of a pain in the neck. After spending hours spent looking up at the temple walls ……Read More
This could be the poor man’s Jama Masjid. The Walled City’s third largest mosque, circa 1650, has no big domes. Guidebooks don’t go gaga over ……Read More
My association with San Francisco started long before I actually visited the city for the first time. In fact, my romance with the place commenced ……Read More
The pier on the river Spree shakes dangerously. I climb over a fence, navigate my way across bushes and over hanging branches, precariously balancing three ……Read More
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