This weekend’s trip to Seetha Nadi was great fun. Short, of course. 2 back-to-back 12 hour bus jour­neys would have been back break­ing to say the least, but our enthu­si­asm lev­els made it bear­able.
My cam­era died in the raft. We got stuck at one point. Water gushed in. Every­thing got wet includ­ing the […]

Last year, end June, I had my first expe­ri­ence with river raft­ing down Seetha Nadi.

A cou­ple of week­ends ago, one early and not so bright morn­ing, Lavan­nya, Sabir, Vasu, Anu and I packed our pho­tog­ra­phy equip­ment and went to the Majes­tic bus sta­tion, City Mar­ket and Tipu Sultan’s Palace.

Five women.

One got the wine all the way from France. And guz­zled it like it was going out of style. We helped too, I must add!

Kiss me out of the bearded bar­ley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spin­ning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress

A series of explo­sions struck London’s Under­ground mass tran­sit sys­tem dur­ing the height of morn­ing rush hour.

To Steph, with whom I had spent some nice times dis­cov­er­ing Ker­ala in Feb 2004. And who I will hope­fully get a chance to catch up with again some­time later this year.

Unlike friend Anu­mita, who has made a habit of los­ing cell­phones, my bad habit is los­ing umbrellas.