One missed attempt and countless failed plans later, we finally made it to the Great Rann of Kutch; just before the tourist season ended in late March. Thanks to Big B’s vehement accounts of a colorful life in the starkly barren Rann of Kutch, we have had Kutch on our bucket list for some time now.
That’s the highest among all the states in India. But unlike the lavish fort-palaces of Rajasthan, the forts of this state are rugged military bastions from which the generations of fierce warriors; the Marathas, the Peshwas, the Siddhis; watched over and guarded their territories from enemies and invaders.
Our trip to Daman was planned in an hour. It was after a short siesta on a hot May afternoon that our visiting clan from Kolkata hatched the plan to drop into Daman in order break the monotony of the better part of their vacation spent in a sleepy industrial town of Gujarat. The excitement of all but the one who had previously visited the place could only be termed as “irrational exuberance”. Go, we did, and came back with mixed feelings about the place. Continue reading “A weekend in Daman”