Archive for the ‘Travel’ Category

The Tsunami Story (Unawatuna)

Saturday, 8 January 2005

I was in Unawatuna on the soutern coast of Sri Lanka on 26th December when the tsunami hit the beautiful resort town. I was safe in my reinforced-concrete hotel, but I did witness the full effects of the tsunami on the town and its population. (more…)

Tsunami in Sri Lanka

Wednesday, 29 December 2004

I am okay, but was caught right in the middle of it (more…)

The Earth on a Plate (Melkote)

Wednesday, 22 December 2004

Part two of my experiences at the Melkote schools. We had a project to fill a big ditch with earth without a wheelbarrow in sight; furthermore, I wasn’t very good at balancing large bowls of earth on my head! (more…)

Into the Country (Melkote)

Monday, 20 December 2004

Melkote is a village about two hours out of Mysore that my brother, Hugo, has visited twice to do some volunteering work in a school for disabled children. He keeps in touch with and is friends with the family that run the school, and so he arranged for me to visit them while I am in India. (more…)

Relaxing times in Goa (Palolem)

Friday, 17 December 2004

Although I didn’t think I was going to enjoy the commercialism of Goa, I’m ashamed to say that I really enjoyed myself. (more…)

A tale of two cities (Bombay/Mumbai)

Thursday, 9 December 2004

Being the most western city in India, it was easy to feel at home in Mumbai (more…)

Kharjuraho, Varanasi, Ajanta

Wednesday, 8 December 2004

The “erotic temples” of Kharjuraho
Varanasi, one of Hinduism’s most holy cities
The ancient buddist caves of Ajanta

A very cultural week in northern India
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Taking in the Taj (Agra)

Monday, 6 December 2004

Agra is the home of India’s most famous landmark – the Taj Mahal.
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Tigers Burning Bright (Rathambhore NP)

Tuesday, 30 November 2004

No visit to India would be complete without seeing a tiger – so with this in mind I headed off to the Ranthambhore National Park.
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Tired of Tourism (Rajasthan)

Saturday, 20 November 2004

My second day in Pushkar was a little more relaxed, as my “Passport to Pushkar” (the little red wristband from the guy who hassled me yesterday) meant that most other touts stayed away from me as I was no longer a newbie, although I had not quite reached the level of seasoned Israeli hippie.
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