It’s been a long time since my last post. It’s not that we have not been traveling but the motivation to write was somehow missing and added to that were technological issues that are best left undiscussed for now.
Anyhow, the motivation to write has reignited now courtesy a new fancy blogging device (read MacBook Air) from the hubby-man and a lazy rain washed weekend here in Mumbai.
So last weekend, which was a long weekend for Id-ul-fitr, we seredipitously found ourselves in Hyderabad – the city of Nizams. If one is a foodie, there is perhaps no better time to visit Hyderabad than during Ramzan, as this is the only time of the year when the city’s many popular biryani joints are also dishing out plate after plate of the delectable Haleem – a stew made of mutton, lentils, pounded wheat and dry fruits that is meant to provide instant energy to those breaking their day long fast.
But between feasting on biryani, haleem and phirni and catching up on Golconda’s glorious past in the light of the crescent shaped Id moon, we took a road trip to Medak, a dusty town 90 kms north-west of Hyderabad whose claim to fame is the Medak cathedral considered to be the largest church in India. Continue reading “Cathedral of Medak”→
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”→
Summer is here and with the rising mercury, a visit to the beach is just what the doctor prescribed.
Ah the breezy palms, the sandy beaches and the cool blue waters!
But in India, a visit to the beach is not just A Visit To The Beach. It is like a visit to a town fair that has made the beach it’s permanent abode. From food stalls selling lip-smacking snacks, ice creams and coconut water to professional photographers who will click and print your photo on the spot to men offering rides on horses, camels and even quad bikes; there is no dearth of distractions for the average Indian beach-goer.
A recent visit to our very own Juhu beach in Mumbai had me sifting through the pictures of some of our other beach visits around India in mild amusement.
When I woke up in the morning, I was in two minds. Should I go? Should I wait for a ride? Should I just stay on in Batal instead? Save both money and effort? The choice was simple. All I had to do was say yes or no. So, I stopped thinking. I tuned out and went about my duty, focusing on the next task alone.