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,…

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…

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…

Day 5: Burma to Hindustan

Location: Monwya Time: 5.45am Target: A cup of tea Threw on my jacket over my pjs and went out on the streets to look for a cup of tea. Didn’t have to venture out too far when I spotted a bustling stall in the dark street. Tea was Indian style with lots of condensed milk…

Pilgrimage to a Chavín Temple in the Peruvian Andes

About If you thought the Inca Empire and Machu Picchu was ancient, then let me tell you about the Chavín people, a civilization that existed between 900 – 200 BC.  The Chavín people for their times had superior knowledge in complex building construction which is evident from their discreet underground drainage systems and use of acoustics in…

Teşekkürler, Turkey

In my run around for the Schengen, I feel Turkey got cheated out of a proper goodbye and a grateful one at that. Living and working in Istanbul was everything and more than I had expected. It’s one of those experiences that you keep slightly hidden at the back of your cupboard with your best…

Aegean Turkey: The Ancient City of Ephesus

I didn’t realize what a madhouse Istanbul was til I got off the shuttle bus in Selcuk and walked for about for 5 minutes trying to orient myself. I thought I was fuzzy from the nap on the bus. I crossed street to the bus station and thought it must be quiet because it was…

Those You Love, Don’t Define Who You Are

I finally figured out how to loop the digital radio through the lounge speakers yesterday. A rather smooth unplugged version of 90’s “ghar se nikalte hi” is streaming through this early Sunday morning. There’s a slight autumn chill in the air but the sun streaming through these huge overhead windows over the lounge is beautifully…

To the Single Woman Busy Making Her Story Count

You know how sometimes you watch something on television or listen to on the radio and that moment gets etched in your memory forever? I’ll never forget Indra Nooyi in an interview with David Bradley some years ago when he asked her whether women can “have it all”. I remember slumping back in my chair,…

9. Stuck

9. /Stuck/ Florence, Italy One cannot be anything but be in gratitude to wake up on a cool, cloudy Sunday morning in Florence, Italy. To spend the morning lingering through the open air markets in San Lorenzo, drinking coffee and eating fresh pizza slices. To walk around the Piazza del Duomo in slight drizzle under…

8. No

8. /No/ Barcelona, Spain I should have known when we landed well after 12am, through a rattling thunderstorm at Barcelona-El Prat aeropuerto. I should have known when I found out that the metro in Barcelona stops running after midnight on weekdays. I should have known when I sat through 34 stops on the night bus…

7. Hang

7. /Hang/ Eixample Barcelona, Spain Is it even justifiable that I’ve spent 24 euros on 3 margaritas and a plate of patatas bravas (cheeeeps) in an empty bar in Barcelona?? Eixample is one of Bareclona’s more quieter neighbourhood with it’s grid-like blocks and tree-lined streets with fountains and cosy cafes. It’s about 10.30pm on a…

6. Wonder

6. /Wonder/ Seville, Spain Having hung around for about 6 hours at Madrid’s T4 terminal waiting for the 5am train out of there connecting to Seville, I am already over this trip. Like what is the point, yaaarrr? I’m so way off my itinerary that I might as well go home now. Sighing-ly – yes,…

5. Free

5. /Free/ Alfama, Portugal It smells of sweat and gelato baked together in midday Lisboa summer sun in here. There’s a stickiness to every surface that probably hasn’t been scrapped off since the last decade but I’m too hot and bothered to care. I plop down next to a window and semi-hang out of it…

4. Space

4. /Space/ En Route LIS – MAD  6 days into the trip and the baggage status on the tracking website has changed from ‘not traced’ to ‘in-delivery’. By now I own a new Mickey Mouse t-shirt and a purple one and some underwear from H&M (because they’re the only place with big sizes alright!). I…

3. Balance

3. /Balance/  Chaido – Baixa, Lisbon, Portugal. It must have been the first night in the first darn hostel when I strained the back of my foot. Climbing up and down top bunk beds don’t particularly suit us islander women (Note to self – ask for bottom in all future reservations). Gahhhh I just remembered…

2. Comfort

2. /Comfort/ Plaza Major, Madrid Dear Reader I’m sure there’s been someone out there whose done the numbers and written a thesis and has a proper academic backing to prove that the level of your comfort has a direct relationship to your life learnings! After all almost every 4th other motivational video you’ll watch today,…

1. Find

  1.  /Find/ LAX Tom Bradley International Terminal Dear Reader  It’s been a while since I’ve hit the road. 2 years and 4 months actually. One day a few months ago, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and my stomach just sunk. My eyes – they possibly couldn’t have been mine. There…

Fiji Mountains & Yam Samosas For The Soul!

I’m sitting here in causal talanoa after a traditional welcome kava ceremony in the cool, dim village-hall of Nabutautau but my mind’s hardly on the conversation in the room. I am staring out the low doorway of the bure at what looks very much like a sacrificial rock alter and encircled open space where perhaps once-upon-a-time chiefly tribal ceremonies took…