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
Palolem Beach is probably the most scenic of Goas Beaches. Arambol up in the north does have it’s fresh water lake and other beaches are certainly less crowded like Agonda beach, which is a little further North. But Palolem is a hut filled riot of colour where you Continue reading Palolem
It’s been a while since I have been in Goa and it has changed less than I thought it would in some ways, more in ways I perhaps cannot see. But I am a little wiser and am enjoying the bits I am seeing more and am willing to travel a little farther afield to see them. Continue reading Goa Bike Ride
I got approached whilst walking the streets to see if I wanted to be a Bollywood extra and I said yes, I was sure they would see my star potential and ask me to do something a little more Satjiat ray in the future, but for now it was to be 500 rupeesfor a day, Continue reading Bollywood Calls..
I went out and got drunk with my daughter and her friends at the MUWCI or the Mahindra United World College. How good is that, but again time to move on to Mumbai and leave her to get on with getting an education. Continue reading Leaving MUWCI
It was a bit of a relief to get away from the cold weather, but it’s a double edged sword as we went from the chilly north to the hot sweaty weather of Mumbai. At night in the train I was so cold I just paced back and force reading a book occasionally shadow boxing to warm up… Continue reading The Train back to Mumbai