No more Nescafe for me. Ever

Our first trip to the Indian Coffee House. We were ecstatic to discover that Kerala does real coffee, especially after I vowed I wasn’t going to drink another cup of nescafe ever again! Five cups of the strong stuff for a grand total of 40 rupees. Doesn’t get much better than that.

Speed thrills but kills

Yesterday, on the bus from Mysore to Kochi, we saw thousands of ‘Speed thrills but kills’ posters plastered along the highway, along with many more informing us that ‘Accidents bring tears, safety brings chears’ (sic). It is road safety week in India… Our bus driver, however, was having none of it. Rob and I booked…

The art of Bikram

During my brief employment hiatus last summer I took up Bikram yoga, partly to get me out of the house, but also in the hope that it would get me fit enough for trekking in Nepal. I went a few times – which obviously didn’t sufficiently prepare me for climbing 5,000metre mountains. But it turns out…

The rules are… there ain’t no rules!

Rob quoted this scene from Grease to me after we’d gotten off the crazy coracle in Hampi. Two boats go back and forth across a narrow stretch of river… They let their passengers disembark in a fairly normal fashion. But… instead of picking up a new batch for the return journey they instead forcefully hold…

A wild new year’s eve with Bond

Somehow Rob and I ended up in Hampi – the driest town going – for New Year’s Eve. It’s a wonderfully crazy place full to the brim with boulders and temples – but with not much going on past 7pm unless you have a drum and some hippy sensibilities. Turns out we’d accidentally smuggled some…

That little monkey just stole my breakfast!

I’d been watching out of the corner of my eye as the youngster slowly sidled up to me along the edge of the rooftop. I tried to shoo him away, but the hand waft isn’t much of a deterrent to a sugar-loving primate, and after a brief standoff across the table he  launched an attack…