The Belated Wrapping-Up Of Things

After writing on this blog from internet cafes down twisty alleys, up rickety stairs, and in hotel lobbies, on sticky-keyed, decrepit computers, it seems almost farcically easy to stroll into the kitchen, sit down with a cup of tea, and type. And yet it’s taken me almost a week. For this, I apologise.
There are a [...]

Bombastic Train Journey

Well, we’re back in Mumbai, or Bombay, or whatever you’re supposed to call it… there’s a really interesting, not-at-all-marked divide as to who uses which, but Helen and I have decided to settle for Bombay, because then all our experiences here will be Bombastic.
We pulled into Bombay last night after twelve hours on the train. [...]

Goa-ing Strong

That is, the puns about Goa are still coming thick and fast. Ah, puns about Goa. You never get old.
Turns out I won’t be going to Hampi after all, which sucks, frankly. Part of the reason we’re spending so long here was so we could fit in a trip there in the middle, but the [...]

"It’s a Goa!"

( …has been Helen’s response in the affirmative to every question posed since we ditched the city, took a 12-hour train and wound up in Arambol, in the north of this state.)
Goa, from what we’ve seen today, is a pretty amazingly contradictory place. Everyone we spoke to before we came warned us, “It’s not India,” [...]

Continued as promised…

…though I still don’t have much to say.
I’m back at the Salvation Army Hostel, where we’ve been leading a very school-camp-like existance for the last couple of days. Mumbai is much more expensive than Delhi, oddly enough, so the Rs 150 we’re paying for a bunk bed, a breakfast consisting of white bread, jam and [...]

Pinch and a punch…

…what am I, six?
This is going to be a brief one, as I don’t really have much time. Also, I don’t really know where to start with this entry – we’ve had an action-packed last few days, and listing everything we did in them would be tedious and time-consuming.
If you want to know the sights [...]