I took one of these on the way over. Same terminal. New hair. New nose. New sweatshirt. New outlook on life.
When Philippa and I arrived in Agra, a rickshaw driver had been sent by our hotel, and his engine wouldn’t start because of how cold it was! Manish, as he turned out to… Read More
On the final day of January, Philippa and I slung our backpacks over our shoulders and headed up the road to Wadi, to the ATM, where we took out giant chunks of cash… Read More
I have decided that the only way to travel Maharashtra is by hiring a car and driver. Seven of us piled into Minakshi’s SUV and headed north to Aurangabad, Ajanta and Ellora. Bronwyn… Read More
On Thursday night, Stephanie and I caught the train from Pune to Mumbai. It’s a three and a half hour journey, and we rode Second Sitting, which means being squished three to a… Read More
I am sitting in Sangam’s computer room, trying to figure out how I made it halfway around the world in one piece. The flights were fine but long, and the drive to Pune… Read More
Zurich airport. 1:55 AM at home. 7:55 AM in Switzerland. Gates through which my flight to Mumbai is located are not even open yet. The airport is a ghost land. If I look… Read More
I leave in an hour. I will sit in John F. Kennedy International Airport for about two hours before I get on a plane to Zurich. I will (hopefully) go to sleep, and… Read More