“Varanasi is is older than history, older than tradition, older even than legend, and looks twice as old as all of them put together.” – Mark Twain, 1897 ACCOMMODATION THE GANGES THE CITY THE MORNING BOAT RIDE CAFE HUNTING
Agra Photo/Video Journal
Video Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 – Fatehpur Sikri
Wholly Holy Varanasi (And the TAJ too)
Hello, hello, and welcome to the lazy dog days of India-style beach bumming. After six weeks in India, mostly spent dodging stoic cows, speeding tuk-tuk autos, tenacious touts and our own tiredness, we have finally landed amidst the beaches, cheap beers, and trance beats of Goa. But before we dive into a bunch of nonsense…
Delhi Photo/Video Journal
VIDEO STREET FOOD We have eaten many different kinds of foods from many different kinds of places: tiny street food stands with Indian-style omelettes, corner cafes with cute coffee, fine dining experiences that would impress the most critical of culinary connoisseurs, and pretty much everywhere in-between. HOLI ART SIGHTSEEING …
Delhi Sights, Smells, Sounds.
Greetings from a 15+ hour train ride through the heart of India. That’s 15 hours if all goes according to schedule – an unlikely event since trains in India are often delayed. A train that is an hour or two delayed near the beginning of its journey may end up arriving at its final destination…
Family, Friends, and Chinese New Year Across Three Countries (Part 2)
Guangzhou family time finished, Manny and I swept off to Belgrade to meet her international crew of friends, an event decidedly more terrifying than meeting her family since I would be without the protective barrier afforded by the lack of a common language. Manchit and I shared a huge flat in central Belgrade with her…
Family, Friends, and Chinese New Year Across Three Countries (Part 1)
It was a screeching, metallic cacophony that awoke Manchit and I last night/this morning during our first sleep in Delhi, India. Perhaps there was some sort of Indian metal studio (that’s metal as in grinding two pieces of steel together, not the metal found when blasting Slayer, Mastadon, or Lamb of God) beyond our bedroom…
Welcome Back.
The calm before the storm. No, more like the calm before the story. I love these moments at the edge of the precipice. We teeter back and forth, our heart bungee jumps to our head, our palms sweat, our voice trembles, our hands shake, and the unknown bares its teeth and invites us to tumble…
Super Grilled Travels 