5 Reasons Why A Fijian Should Go To Goa

I am sitting in a rooftop terrace garden sipping coffee. The morning breeze cool, gentle. In a distance I can see the St. Sebastian Chapel amid the swaying palms trees. Strains of Alyssa Mendonsa’s soothing Khwabon Ke Parindey fill the air followed by an Enya track. I’m sitting here drinking coffee just how I like it,…

THE Mount Everest

Every traveler knows that feeling. That hmmm feeling when we finally get to a place. We dream. We research. We plan. We pack. We set out. We slip. We scratch our heads. We smile. We pause. And we pull up. But sometimes when we get there, that’s about it. There are no pots of luck, bags of…

Waiting on the Rains in Kathmandu

I was wrong about 3 things. That Kathmandu was a hilly city on the mountains. It’s in a valley. Kathmandu Valley. Mostly flat, surrounded by snowy mountain peaks. That Nepal and India were the same-same. A bit like saying an Indo descent from Trinidad is the same as an Indian from the motherland. Of course, it’s…

India to Nepal: A 2-Day Journey

You know that feeling in the morning after a big night out? Your head is going doosh, doosh, doosh…your stomach is like you’ve been on the ferries wheel a ride too long, your legs hurt in places you didn’t know you had muscles and you just want to die. And in your agony, you promise…

A Cup of Assam Tea

A cup of tea sometimes is all that you need. I firmly standby that no matter how bad the situation, things always look up after a good cuppa. And Guwahati the capital of Assam state was my cup of tea after Nagaland. Assam shares it’s borders with Bhutan and Bangladesh. While Assam has its own tribal…

What I Forgot About Traveling

I’ve been hogging the same spot in this cafe every afternoon for the past three days. Overlooking the dark waters of Borsola Beel with the afternoon sun streaming in, sipping some very passable cappuccinos and Assam tea. I absently watch the hip and urban of Guwahati stream in and out to the beat of some really good…

Once Lived Nagas in Longwa

They wouldn’t let me take a photo of the Angh. He wasn’t feeling too well. Actually the headman of Longwa was very poorly but nobody seemed to really care in that room because everyone was too busy getting high. Sitting in the Angh’s long house on the Burmese side, I thought back of the week…

The Tranced Villages of Nagaland

It’s not everyday that you find yourself being offered tea and fire-popped corn by a Naga Angh (headman) in his opium den. And when that happens, do you? – a) Say no thanks (and risk offending the chief of a once-were-headhunters tribe)? b) Take the tea and say thanks. (and hope that the tea is not…

Coldly, Kohima

All my savviness from the day before went out the window by the time we hauled up the cold mountains of Kohima. A shared jeep took 7 hours (supposedly a 3 hour ride) to reach the mountain town center only to arrive and get stuck in the evening traffic. They offloaded me on the roadside and…

Day 7: Burma to Hindustan

Woke up to someone khaakh-ing their lungs out outside my window (what’s with men retching and spitting early in the mornings?). It was freezing in the night and took me a long while to get to sleep and now warmly cocooned in a tangle of dust-mite infested blanket, my big shawl, my neck shawl, socks…