It’s that heady time of year when you tingle all over with anticipation and dream of escaping that rat race to ‘find yourself’ on a higher plane of consciousness, ankle deep in British mud, swilling cider down your psychedelic tights. I tackle this hedonistic getaway with the same precision approach I apply to the more mundane side of life: preparation is everything.
Unless you’re a captain of spontaneity and need little more to survive than rolling tobacco and a feathered headdress, you should adopt my methodical, organised attitude and indulge yourself with this season’s must-have accessory: the Festival Packing List.
The list below was created for a good friend coming to Glastonbury for the first time, but it can be easily adapted to your ‘chosen field’. I’m often asked to repeat it, so here it is
Varanasi poses a problem for a blogger. How on earth do you even begin to describe this crazy place? How could I dare to try and summarise something so unique? There is too much to say and yet I am gobsmacked. I was so overwhelmed that I’m almost lost for words. Almost. Continue reading
The Indian Railway Network may as well be its own country with a constitution, its own culture and its very own quirky characters. Accordingly it deserves a blog of its own, dedicated to trying to convey my snippet of an experience aboard this monolithic beast that is the pulsating life veins of India.
The train stations are like refugee camps, clogged with litter, inhabited round the clock by sleeping families, limbless beggars dragging across the stone floors, the obligatory cow crunching crisp packets and cackling macaques clambering the wires above. Continue reading