Paracas’ teensy port was bedlam, early Wednesday morn. Rows and rows of tourists, craning their necks to see which queue boards next, were uncontestably antsy. So was our toddler Luna. Poor thing was recovering from a fever. It was day 211 of our round-the-world trip, and she just turned sixteen months. Such milestone we were…
Author: Gay Mitra
Round-The-World Vagabonding: Our Ten Fave Temporal “Homes”
A solar-powered guest studio in the middle of the forest, an artist’s cabin in a trailer park by the beach, and a Moroccan riad with an unobstructive view of a UNESCO World Heritage listed ksar… These are a few of our awesome accommodations during our 280-day round-the-world vagabonding. One night, one week, one month. It…
Madurai, India: Gandhi Museum And Its Resident Dinosaur (I kid you not)
“Four kilometers, is it? Let’s walk.”, I was being stubborn. And well, the hubby was being cheap as usual. It was February last year. We just hopped off a bus we took from Vandiyur Mariamman Thepakkulam, one of the largest temple tanks in south India (Yes folks, they build temples on artificial islands in the…
Mt. Pulag National Park, Benguet: Mother’s Day Climb
I switched stifling yawns and suppressing chuckles whilst straddled on the bench of our hired pink jeep (Yep you heard me, pink!). A more sluggish hubby donning tightish jeans was seated on the jeep’s roof, the only one from our gang of eight who did so. The thought of him climbing Mt. Pulag, Luzon’s highest…
Coloane Island, Macau: Cheoc Van Beach, Seac Pai Van Park and Giant Panda Pavilion
Parenting On The Road: A Housewife Without A House
“Hot dogs always seem better out than at home; so do French-fried potatoes; so do your children.” ~ Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic’s Notebook, 1960It was a dream we lived for 280 days that luckily did not end in tatters. But that’s not to say I got out unscathed. In fact, I emerged battered and bruised….
Hassan II Mosque, Casablanca, Morocco: A Persian’s Birthday
As I munched my jaw-locking, uber chewy breakfast baguette in our characterless Casablanca hotel room, I mindlessly watched a steady morning stream of passersby from the balcony. I was thinking real hard. The room service guy looked vaguely familiar. I knew I saw that face recently somewhere… Before I could recall, the hubby’s voice tugged…
Puerto Galera Reggae Festival 2012: An Irie Getaway
It was a throwback to the early 2000s in the Philippines when I frequented 70s Bistro and Xaymaca, dated a dread head, and didn’t mind watching a live band performance of “Get Up Stand Up” thrice a week. Only, it felt odd not lugging around a toddler… And sweating alcohol. The venue: Encenada Beach Resort,…
Photo Essay: Golden Temple Of Dambulla, Sri Lanka
Bright skies ahead, despite the heavy downpour in the wee hours. I savored the crisp morning breeze as our tuktuk, driven by a local named Wimala, dashed towards the bus terminal. I was afloat with an insane surge of energy, perhaps because I just showered away the last seventy-two transit hours. Yep, my last bath…
280 RTW Days… And Why We’re Home So Soon.
“Other things may change us, but we start and end with the family.” ~ Anthony BrandtIt ended sooner than expected. Then again, who’s really counting the days? Not us (but that counter on my sidebar is). And I bet my stenchy goat leather wallet from Morocco that you guys aren’t counting either. You most definitely…