Stockholm and other places
I will remember these days just as I remember those wild ones on the road, in the desert and beautiful, distant beaches barefoot, with sand between my toes I will remember these days… Continue reading
I will remember these days just as I remember those wild ones on the road, in the desert and beautiful, distant beaches barefoot, with sand between my toes I will remember these days… Continue reading
Catching a night bus from the South East Coast to the South West, from Chennai to Goa, I travelled for 24 hours straight, crammed between two snoring men and with a broken ventilation… Continue reading
I am back in Ubud. Ubud is back in me. This time is different though. This time I am staying. At least long enough to know, where to go from here. And so… Continue reading
It’s the first of December and I have been traveling for exactly one month. But what I’ve learnt over the years is that it isn’t about the places you go that matters but… Continue reading
I’m sitting comfortably in a spacious seat in a silent train car travelling along the coast from Stockholm to Hudiksvall. One my one side, a woman is quietly knitting and on the other,… Continue reading