Amritsar feels like a whole other kingdom. A whole new world within the world that is India. I dined on delicious kulcha for my lunch, with huge lumps of salty makun atop…
Author: S Kavanagh
DAY 136. The Elusive Goddess
I was very pleased to disembark from the sleeper bus. After having held in a pee for the past 10 hours, I was now in Amritsar. After managing to get a…
DAY 135. Imperial Spice & Old Delhi Spliff
(Some names have been changed). I arose at Hindustan backpackers – this time in a private room. After the distress of last night, I desperately needed the comfort it provides. After…
DAY 134. A Prisoner of Delhi
I awoke early and had a tasty bread omelette made for me by the kind yet not overly friendly caretaker at the Vyasa Guest House. My room was huge and equipped with…
DAY 132. Race to Delhi
(Some names have been changed). Hopped on an Indian intercity train for the first time. Racing towards the capital of India was a very last minute decision. I was packing up my…
DAY 131. A Frenchman, an Englishman & an Indian walk into a bar…
I was suffocating to death in my room. It was gone 2am and 30 degrees Celsius outside. What the hell was the aircon doing? Certainly not helping. Hotel Paradise was anything but……
DAY 128. The Dreaded Bungee
Climbing the stairs of the bungee jump tower, my sickness increased with each step. My legs became hot and heavy. They trembled too. It made the stairs feel steeper than they were….
DAY 123. Monkey Invasion
Sitting in the middle of Camp Hornbill under the wooden pagoda working on a promotional video for the Camp’s Instagram page, I was snapped sharply out of focus when a troop of…
DAY 116. Dosti & Whisky
Hindi Words: Dost = Friend Dosti = Friendship Last night, after hanging out with Abhishek Ritz, Sunny and Apurva, I got back late to the 13 bed dorm at Hostel Vimal Ganga…
DAY 115. Six Blind Mice
‘A highway driver’ Sunny smiled, referring to the the man who was driving us up the mountainy hills. We were going at a furious clip. The sun was still only rising and…
