Anyone who has travelled with me knows that I can be impatient. Especially when it comes to shopping. I love shopping but I also like to be quick. My travel companions wanted to buy jewellery, pashminas and tchotchkes. I wanted to buy books. I was … Continue reading Shopping in Leh. Ladakh. Part Four.
When I travelled through Rajasthan with girlfriends about ten years ago, we visited a lot of temples and palaces. LIKE, A LOT. I learned that I enjoy these things in moderation, but after a while they got a bit meh for me. You’ve seen one … Continue reading Monasteries of Ladakh. Part Three.
I have never quite managed to travel along a windy road without throwing up. I started at age 3 and have remained consistent ever since. My road trips bring back fantastic memories including my ex-husband holding back my hair while I vomited across Mpumalanga, a … Continue reading Leh to Pangong Lake, Ladakh. Part Two.
Our flight from Delhi to Leh, gateway to Ladakh and The Himalaya, was initially cancelled due to bad weather. Sadly, this meant one more day in my not-most-favourite city in the world, Delhi, which was in fact fab because the shopping was good and I … Continue reading Delhi to Leh, Ladakh. Part One.
Delhi has never been my favourite city. I’ve been twice before. The first time I was with six friends, we stayed in a smart and very western chain hotel in a shitty area, and spent a lot of time getting lost. My memory was of … Continue reading Delhi
I’ve had a bit of anxiety of late . First, my doc told me I had high cholesterol. I was so shocked that I developed body pains everywhere. I decided I was having a heart attack; my doctor assured me I was not. Okay fine, … Continue reading Anxiety, spontaneity, a good heart
I thought I suffered from Seasonal Affective Disorder. And maybe I do. I am not so happy in cold weather and feel a definite malaise. But I realise I suffer from something else too. The Post Vacation Blues. The oddness is that … Continue reading On coming home
I was admonished recently by someone I admire deeply, for thinking I needed a date to dine out. ‘Go on your own, dammit,’ she told me. ‘Dress up, put on your lipstick and go and have fun.’ I knew she was right but I find … Continue reading Pablo House, Johannesburg
I was in my early twenties when I travelled around the USA. I remember walking into a Backpackers in New Mexico, the Abominable Snowmansion, and falling in immediate passionate and impulsive love with the hippie manager. I landed up staying there for about six months, … Continue reading Terra Khaya, Hogsback
I didn’t think I was a group person. The idea of getting on a bus with a whole bunch of strangers has never appealed to me. But a friend had recommended I do the English / Spanish immersion program in Spain, via Vaughantown, and so … Continue reading A volunteer in Vaughantown