My last day in India has been spent around the Jangli Maharaj Road or Revenue Colony area of Pune. It’s a student area full of colleges, it has an old sunken temple carved from stone as if it were scraped from the very ground, there are vegetarian restaurants nestling across the road from McDonald’s where the students are getting a taste for Silicon Valley Continue reading Leaving India
I arrived in Pune after a night bus journey from Goa to be met by the information that The German Bakery had been blown up. Some Swiss people on the bus had arranged to meet friends in there, a taxi driver told them that the Bakery isn’t really there anymore. Continue reading Pune Bombing
I last came to Arambol 17 years ago when my daughter was in her mother’s tummy, I was getting some R&R before becoming a dad. Continue reading Arambol
What can I say, incredible fun with one of the craziest french guys I ever met, Manu.
Firstly we drove through the Goan hills on roads that became ever increasingly appalling, then we threw ourselves down a canyon in leaps of up to 13 metres, abseils and slithers that left me knackered and a little bloody, but I enjoyed every minute of it. Continue reading Canyoning