The first time I had heard of Barcelona was when the city hosted the Olympics in 1992. As a child growing up in India, with only one available television channel at the time, I had little choice in programming. The good people at Doordarshan had decided to broadcast the opening ceremony of the games, and…

We landed in Porto after our detour of Morocco, the weather was drastically different, the scenery too. Our flight landed in the evening. We made our way to the AirBnb in Villa Nova de Gaia, a fairly large suburb of Porto proper on the southern bank of the River Douro and the actual area where…

Making our way around the slightly-less northern bits of Europe.

Our primary goals for the northern-most bits of Europe were to see some old friends in Norway, and to try and find Slartibartfast’s signature on its spectacular west-coast. We started off by spending a few days in Oslo, mostly hanging out and catching up with our friends who were in town. We also explored Oslo,…

As the pilot announced our approach towards Jomo Kenyatta International Airport, I instinctively tried to plot out the lights underneath on the map in my head and find my way home. It used to be somewhat easy, but now the sprawling city had spread an unrecognizable disarray of lights well past the airport in all…

Sossusvlei and the sand dunes of Namib-Naukluft

Down south to Fish River Canyon