I am not fond of the cold. At all. I live in Dublin, Ireland and it’s a place where your constant companion, even in summer, is a light jacket and not a book. Because you never know when the sun is going to hide behind the clouds and when the breeze is going to start...
Like all serious travellers and photographers, I too have a hard disk chock full of images packed into folders that are delightfully building up. I love wandering into these digital suitcases of memories and browsing through the photos. Every time I do that, I remember a long forgotten moment and very soon am back in...
Rain. The very word has so many emotions attached to it. Rain can be soothing, peaceful, destructive, sorrowful, melancholic. It can be hard, soft, gentle, forceful. Rain is like a moody character in a modernist play. Like a lot of people, I enjoy the company of rain when am indoors sitting by the window with...
Ah yes. I know this has been a long time coming. Life got in the way too many times with more travel, work, friendships, family, you name it. I have also been lazy, I can’t blame it all on these harmless forces now, can I? And now to Singapore. The next two or three days...
Dublin is the city of many literary greats. James Joyce, W.B. Yeats, Oscar Wilde, Patrick Kavanagh, and Samuel Beckett to name a few. And the City Council has ensured that evidence of their lives and works can be found in forms varying from the quirky to the quaint across Dublin.This little bronze plaque embossed with...
In one of the most memorable road trips I have ever done, I visited Qinghai, situated in the vast Tibetan plateau. After wandering through the mostly unfriendly and uncommunicative region of Xingjiang, it was a relief to land up in a place where people at least looked at you while speaking. The grassy landscape was...
These monkey police warn us to watch out for falling stones all around the mountain roads. The monkey is kind of the unofficial mascot of Emei Shan, which is known for its wild macaques. These things can be quite aggressive, snatching things from bewildered tourists. I encountered a few but thankfully they left me alone…
That contraption the man is carrying is an easy chair. Rich Chinese whose main aim is just to see the summit and old Chinese who cannot climb the torturous steps have themselves carried to the top. Two men hold each end of the chair and can be periodically seen rushing up and down the mountain.
