For a really long time Nagpur was for me, that major railway junction that we passed on our long train journeys from Mumbai to Kolkata during summer vacations. Nagpur was an especially notable stop in an otherwise mundane journey not just coz most trains had a longer than usual stop there but also because it was the last stop before the train finally left the state of Maharashtra and crossed over to a new state Continue reading “What’s so great about Nagpur?”
When planning a trip, we always try to go off the beaten track and explore places that have been hitherto overlooked. Hence, when it was time to visit Goa; probably the most over-exposed destination in whole of India; I desperately tried to find a side of Goa that is still untouched. Some research led me to Chandor, a lush village 15km away from Margao. I was intrigued when I read about it’s string of colonial-era mansions belonging to Goa’s former landowners who found favour with the Portuguese aristocracy. Continue reading “Chandor – Off the beaten track in Goa”
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”