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…)
Archive for the ‘Travel’ Category
The Tsunami Story (Unawatuna)
Saturday, 8 January 2005Tsunami in Sri Lanka
Wednesday, 29 December 2004I am okay, but was caught right in the middle of it (more…)
The Earth on a Plate (Melkote)
Wednesday, 22 December 2004Part 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 2004Melkote 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 2004Although 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 2004Being the most western city in India, it was easy to feel at home in Mumbai (more…)
Kharjuraho, Varanasi, Ajanta
Wednesday, 8 December 2004The “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 2004Agra is the home of India’s most famous landmark – the Taj Mahal.
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Tigers Burning Bright (Rathambhore NP)
Tuesday, 30 November 2004No 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 2004My 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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