Okay, so here I am in the South Pacific trying to be upbeat and finding the good in all things – see my last post – but the truth is I’m feeling pretty sorry for myself so unashamedly I’m going to dump my disgruntlement here. Continue reading
May be I’m naive, maybe I didn’t do enough research, may be I’m just romantically hopeful, but I really believed that on a South Pacific island I would find sparkling white sand and turquoise sea. Well, I’ve been here for over a week now and despite a thorough search I have not found my idyll. Sure, there are beaches and Continue reading
We arrive to the steamy heat and crowds of Kolkata from the relative quiet and definite chill of Darjeeling. Despite having some knowledge of what it would be like it’s still a startling contrast. However, we are ready for some city time before we bid a fond farewell to Mother India. Here are a few of the photographic highlights. Continue reading
Knock, knock, knock. The bare knuckles of Robin our guide rap on the thin wooden door of our hut. It’s 5.30 in the morning and I am already awake, still in bed and watching the sky through the flimsy curtains pinken and blush as it gets ready to embrace the sun. From the toasty warmth of my sleeping bag I gingerly extricate an arm to test the temperature … it is icy cold. Continue reading
The silence in the hall is almost palpable. I breathe in and breathe out imagining my breath is a soothing balm easing my tiredness and frayed nerves. The physicality of the ground and the meditation stool beneath me are reassuringly supportive as too is the silence which acts as a comfortable, comforting cushion of air I can lean in to. Thirty other souls are here too, sitting, breathing, being. Nothing to do and nowhere to go, just sharing a silent space. Continue reading
Travel With Grace 