Gravity and balance are seriously underestimated things. We take them completely for granted, not realising how vital they are, until they’re dragged out from under our feet.
Or, in my case, not so much dragged out from under my feet as tilted to an odd, hard to cope with, angle. Read more
I’ve travelled on work, but despite being a travel editor, I’m still a junket virgin. I’ve never been on one of those sponsored trips organised by the tourism authority of a country to show you all the splendorous things they have to offer.
But it’s a big part of a travel journo’s world, so I thought I’d ask my colleague Dhamini Ratnam to tell you all about it. Read more
Sometimes, I wonder why we do the things we do. Go on treks, though we sweat and groan on them, and the joints ache and pain for days afterwards. Go sailing, like I did this Monday, though I was sick and sunburnt, and slept for hours afterwards to recover. Read more
Tomorrow I will go on my first sailing trip ever. This is a real sailing trip. Not like the 30-minute harbour tour from the Gateway or the slightly longer trip to Mandwa jetty when you’re never far from land.
This is an honest-to-god, sea-all-around-and-not-a-speck-of-land-in-sight sail. It’s not on a cruise ship with 50 other people, and the entire paraphernalia of waiting staff, brass bands and performance troupes, but on a sailing boat with a grand total of five other people. Read more
Daman and Diu. The two names go hand in hand. One finds more currency; it even popped up in the papers a whole lot this past month during all those discussions on the prohibition in Gujarat. The second, Diu, which finds much less parlay, is a beautiful seaside town, perfect for a short holiday.
It’s one of those places that you’ll inevitably return from looking a bit like a 12-year-old boy – with scruffy knees, bruised palms, dishevelled sunburnt hair and tanned brown all over. Read more