On July 24/25th, we headed out to Coorg and Wayanad with Mud­dy­Boots (a new adven­ture com­pany) for a spice coun­try cycling trail. Here is an account of the trip.

The prob­lem: Over the last 4 years, Janet and her vol­un­teers at treesfor­free have planted 12,896 trees across Ban­ga­lore City to restore the van­ish­ing tree cover. All in an old Maruti car. Now the car has bro­ken down. And the plant­ing has stopped. But the tree felling con­tin­ues… and with it, the global warm­ing, failed […]

A few adven­tur­ous and cre­ative friends have got­ten together to bring some sun­shine into your oth­er­wise ignored or empty bal­cony or ter­race! The folks at My Sunny Bal­cony (MSB) can sug­gest how to trans­form an empty for­lorn space into a ver­i­ta­ble green heaven…

A quick update: Five folks I know are in the run­ning along with their part­ners: Charu and Vamsi — Charu is a fel­low travel blog­ger and always on the way some­where or plan­ning to! Rohini and Tau­tik — An intre­pid trav­eller cou­ple who have cov­ered 18,673 km across 20 states in 114 days in their […]

Of course we all know what hap­pens on Ban­ga­lore roads when it rains. But I was the least pre­pared for the events to unfold that night. After din­ner with friends at Indi­rana­gar I set off towards Kora­man­gala. It had been rain­ing for around an hour but I didn’t really real­ize how bad things were outside. […]

The weather was hot and balmy. It was our last day in Ker­ala and we were look­ing for­ward to spend­ing the night on a houseboat.

On my pre­vi­ous trips to Ker­ala, I’ve only got­ten within drool­ing dis­tance of a house­boat. It’s a rather expen­sive propo­si­tion. There was one time when Steph was down from Switzer­land and we did some sight­see­ing on a small boat, and then went around in a lit­tle canoe (that was fun!).

“But let there be spaces in your togeth­er­ness and let the winds of the heav­ens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a mov­ing sea between the shores of your souls.” ~~ Kahlil Gibran

In my per­fect world, I will be sur­rounded by a lot of teapots of vary­ing shapes and sizes. There will be cups of tea in dif­fer­ent flavours wait­ing to be tasted, tea strain­ers, tea pots, ket­tles and the intox­i­cat­ing smell of the dark brew everywhere.