Gol Gumbaz – Karnataka’s Monument Magnifique !!!

Now I’d only ever heard of Gol Gumbaz in my history books during my primary school days. Yes it was a famous monument, yes it was huge in size, yes it was somewhere in North Karnataka. But it was not until I entered the monument premises, that I felt whatever I read about and knew about it in school was nothing compared to what it is in reality. A monument of this stature definitely deserves a lot more attention and publicity than it currently gets. I’ve seen the “Incredible India” (by Indian Ministry of Tourism) campaigns in different parts of the world and nowhere have I seen them feature Gol Gumbaz. It’s such a shame that only a handful of places in India gets all the exposure while places/monuments like these just lose out.

Anyway coming to Gol Gumbaz ! Oh my lord, what an incredible feat of ancient engineering this monument is. It’s unbelievable to visualise and fathom the amount of manpower, logistics and planning required to build something of this grandeur.

At the time of its completion the dome of Gol Gumbaz was the largest in Asia and second largest in the world, at a diameter of nearly 45 meters. This Asian record was held for nearly 350yrs until a monument in Russia took over in the late 1960s. Click HERE for the list of world’s largest domes.

Gol Gumbaz is the tomb of Mohammed Adil Shah, the 7th ruler of Adil Shahi Dynasty who ruled that geography for 30yrs. The simple yet charming design of Gol Gumbaz is an example of architectural excellence of Bijapur. Apparently, Shah ordered to build this tomb before his death. To think of having a monument like this dedicated to one person, with such engineering is just mindblowing. Wonder how one can envisage what sort of ‘tomb’ they want after their death eh !

Firstly as you walk inside the monument complex premises you are greeted by the very beautiful, Naqqar Khana, a grand looking structure in itself. According to historians, this building was constructed to offer a grand royal reception to the king’s visitors by beating drums, which was part of custom for receiving royal guests. This structure is now used as a museum, after the British converted it into one, in order house all the rare objects they found during shifting their headquarters to Bijapur.

I didn’t go inside this building, as I’m not much of a museum person but those who did go mentioned that there were rare objects that included stone inscriptions of Arabic, Persian, Kannada and Sanskrit languages in different scripts written in beautiful calligraphy. It also houses Brahmanical and Jain sculptures, hero stones, numerous manuscripts, coins, carpets, maps, miniature paintings, Bidiri ware and other house hold articles, datable from the 6th to the 18th century.

After you go past the Naqqar Khana, you reach the entrance of Gol Gumbaz via the arched pathway and straight away it makes your jaws drop. I arrived at this place just around sunrise, and there were probably only 4 other people at the time. The morning sun on the monument, the empty premises, the green lawn around it and the yellowish orange façade with the blue sky for background, makes it a photographer’s delight.

As soon as you enter the Gol Gumbaz, you see a polygonal podium connected with steps on both sides. In the heart of this podium is the cenotaph of Mohammed Adil Shah. When you walk into the door of the monument, honestly it just feels like a big empty hall but it’s not until you tilt your head 90 degrees upwards and look at the structure above you, that makes you go wow ! A huge 45 meter semi-circular stone structure that has no pillars and no support. You just start to wonder how it’s built. It’s hard to even think of constructing something like this in the present age, without the use of any heavy machinery, advanced engineering technology or computerised calculations.

And then before you can get mesmerised, you find a stair case that takes you 6 storeys to the top. A good 5-10 min climb within the narrow staircase with steep steps takes you to the roof of the monument and you get to view the dome’s architectural brilliance from the outside. Initially at the end of the staircase it feels like an open terrace but then you find a narrow pathway to enter the ‘dome’ and that’s when words like magnificent, breathtaking, phenomenal, prodigious etc takes over your mind. As you step in, you feel like a tiny being in comparison to that dome. Almost like how you’d feel if you cover an ant with a small soup bowl from the top.

Within the dome is a good walking area almost 25-30ft in width that goes across the circumference of the dome. And from the top the view of the center of the dome is even more amazing. By the way, if you think all this makes you go awe in disbelief you’ve got to wait to hear the echoes !! Any word uttered or any sound made echos 7 times and with amazing clarity. The echoes are so clear that you can actually count the number of times it repeats what you say.

The acoustical technology and the mathematical calculations, whatever was used in the construction is just amazing to say the least. I was walking inside the dome with my nephews and we could hear people outside the dome talking and saying words with such precision, that it felt like they were right next to us. Something what you’d hear in in a Dolby stereo theatre when watching a thriller or a horror movie. A clap somewhere outside feels like a slap on your ear. I can go on & on writing about this experience. But no amount of words can give you the feel of what you experience in person.  Eventually after spending a good amount of time checking out almost every nook and cranny of the monument, it was time to head back.

I had left Milo in the car for nearly 2 hrs while I went away to check out the monument. So had to kind of rush back to check on him and make sure he was ok. It was the first time he was left alone in a car and boy ! he managed quite well. The windows and the sunroof were left open so he doesn’t suffocate. But as soon as I made it back to the car, the amount of complaining he did was very so understandable. Took him out for almost an hour long stroll waiting for my brother & family to come back from Gol Gumbaz, so he could feel all the love again. We also bumped into another traveller with his pet Beagle with whom Milo ended up having a good time together. And with the beauty of Gol Gumbaz still sinking in, so did I.

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Melukote – A Photographer’s Delight !!

So for the last 5-6 weeks I have when it was deemed safe to venture out within the city and the state, I decided to explore places in & around a 200km radius from Bangalore. While a few places made me reminisce the nostalgia from my childhood, this one place called Melukote was a spot I’d never been to all my life so far. I went on a bike trip with my Dad and boy what a fun ride it turned out to be !!

The place made popular in a few South Indian movies, always made me think that it was a temple town and is primarily for those who take up “pilgrimage” and call it travel. But nope, after spending a couple of days here, thanks to a bike trip with Dad my perception about Melukote changed and I could easily see spending more time here, the next time I take myself there.

Melukote definitely has a lot of history associated with it dating back to the 12th, 14th & 17th centuries. I’m not a major history buff or anything and didn’t pay too much attention to that part of the town. It also has a handful of temples with each one having it’s own story, again something that doesn’t fancy me too much. But what caught my eye in one of these temples was the stone carvings on the pillars. Each one so detailed and intricate that deserves aa lot of appreciation.

The other fascinating fact about Melukote is the number of Pushkaranis (or Kalyanis) that are in the region. Pushkarani or a Kalyani is a water reservoir within a temple complex, built to serve the ritualistic purposes of the temple. People who offered prayers in the temple normally used to take water from these Pushkaranis to offer to the God. Apparently Melukote has 110 of these and a few of them are very popular due to the location and size & a lot of tourists end up there by default.

However for me the best of the lot was the one that was almost deserted right by the temple on the Main Street. The design was a stand out and with all the natural vegetation around it, made it a photographer’s delight. It reminded me of certain spots in Cambodia and could easily become an #instragrammablespot !! Here below is the one am talking about.

There are numerous other spots within Melukote that calls to be explored. And among those is the Rayagopura, which apparently is an incomplete temple built during the era of the Vijayanagar Kingdom i.e., approx in the 15th or 16th century. The incomplete structure in itself is a treat to the eye and makes for some amazing shots during the sunrise & sunset. This also has been the spot for a few popular movies thus increasing its attraction quotient.

And finally the highlight of my Melukote visit must be the morning walk with my Dad, to Dhanushkote from the town centre. About 1.5-2km walk takes you through the lush green vegetation, whilst adding some of the most peaceful moments of the day. The fresh air, the blue skies, the greenery makes it for the most beautiful part of the day to savour this natural beauty. At the end of the walkway is a small hill from where Lord Rama (as per the Hindu Mythology) shot an arrow to Lanka. Whether that’s true or not the view from Dhanushkote of the landscape around is a stunner. The rocky hill terrain adds a beautiful contrast to the greenery within.

Overall Melukote is definitely a place to visit for its temples, pushkaranis, walks & of course the famous Melukote Puliyogre. Definitely recommend to go here for a couple of days atleast and anything less than that would not do justice to enjoy this spot. And what can be better than having this spot less than 140kms away from Bangalore. A perfect weekend getaway !!

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Click HERE for the trip video


More details about Melukote can be found at the links below:

https://www.karnataka.com/melukote/melukote/

https://www.nativeplanet.com/melukote/

Channarayana Durga – Was it a memorable experience or my worst nightmare?

After being in lockdown across 3 different continents and finally being able to repatriate myself to be with the family did come with it’s downs as well. My final port of destination was Bangalore and it was in India that the virus was yet to hit its peak. No sooner did I land in the once-upon-a-time Garden City of India, than the state government announced about the second lockdown due to the increasing number of Covid-19 cases across the city and the state. I thought my chances of spending time with the family would saturate more quickly than it would.

But as luck would have it, by the time I finished my quarantine the lockdown was lifted too and most things were as operational as it could get. It was within a week of this announcement that I got an opportunity to hike up one of the hills around Bangalore, with Dad and his senior mates. I took it up immediately without thinking twice as my feet were itching to hit the road (in any format) having been immobile for a decent few months, despite exploring Brighton & Hove in the UK a week before I flew out.

So without dragging you all into the details of the day, I’ll cut to the chase and elaborate on what exactly adventurous happened on the day. After reaching the base of the Channarayana Durga Hill, about 100kms away from Bangalore, we made it to the starting point of the hike up the hill. There were a few locals at that part who mentioned us to be careful at certain parts of the hike as it could be slippery, considering it was steep at places. An old lady particularly warned us, to avoid all the spots where water would be trickling down the hill. Acknowledging their warnings & comments, we started to make our way up.

It was about 45mins into the hike up that this incident happened. I carried my GoPro to shoot the day’s experience and as always was trying to find interesting frames to capture. About a couple of hundred feet into the climb, I found this really big boulder which was resting against a small stone, which if wasn’t around, would have made the boulder roll down at any instance. In my head it made for a great capture as well as a video sequence that came into my mind.

So with a small backpack on the shoulders, the GoPro in my right hand and my phone/wallet in my tracks, I thought of getting closer to the boulder to get that shot. I did notice that there was a small green patch as well as water trickling down next to the boulder. The old lady’s words rung a bell in my head and I knew I had to be super careful not to step on to the wet part whatsoever.

I managed to wade my way around the wet patch and just as I was about to get a shot of the boulder from underneath, my brain said that the right leg needs to be at one spot so I could sneak a little closer. It was at this point when I put my right foot forward (no pun intended) that I managed to slip and land on my bum, straight into the tricking water. And before I knew it I was sliding down the steep hill !! It was no fun ride I tell you, I forgot about my camera and the phone, the bag and everything else.

As I was sliding down at a decent speed, all I could hear was the cries & shouts of my group who I had no clue what they were doing. In my mind all I could see was the edge of a steep hill and I could only imagine where I would land if I keep going. But as they say, when humans are in dire situations the survival instincts subconsciously kicks in and does what it can to save oneself. That’s exactly what happened. As I slid about 70ft downwards, I realised I had gone into a position where my feet were trying to stop me from accelerating any more and looking for anything to hold onto.

My hands were trying to latch on to the rocks as well and eventually I brought myself to a halt. And the first thing I did straight away was to check where my GoPro was !! Surprising amidst all that chaos, the camera was tightly held in my left hand & I was amazed to have not had let it go. And the next thing was to check my pocket for the phone & the wallet, those two were safe & sound too. It was only after checking these that I looked up at everyone who were scared for me ! I managed to get up, stand on my feet, brush myself off and told them I was totally fine..And I actually was. Slowly I made my way back to the boulder on a different path and I completely ignored the shot I wanted to take.

This was the boulder. It’s front was where I slid away..

Putting the incident behind, we made it all the way to the top without any further dramas over the next 3hrs. After a good hour of soaking in the views from the top, we started our descent. It was only on the way back when I looked into that place where I slipped, that I realised how crazy it would’ve turned had I not been able to stop myself from sliding away. A further 30ft away and it was just a sheer drop into the woods/stones down below. I probably wouldn’t have died but definitely would’ve broken a bone or two, if not more.

It wasn’t one of those incidents where my heart was in my mouth sorts, something that I have had a few times in the past. But this definitely gave me the chills only after I realised what the consequences could’ve been, when on the way back. Nevertheless I made it back in one piece and we most certainly had a great day.

Here are a few pics from the day, more at the link below:

https://www.facebook.com/716610088/posts/10164205532090089/

And HERE’s a video…

For those who’d like to know more about Channarayana Durga Fort & Hill, click this link below:

https://www.karnataka.com/madhugiri/channarayana-durga/

An Epic “Around the World” Trip just before COVID took over…

Sometime mid 2019 as my employment contract was coming to an end I was prepping to go on a month long getaway to Japan, Taiwan & South Korea. However a few weeks before I could take off, my contract extended by another six months through to end the of the year meaning I had to put my Asian travel on hold and instead plan for a bigger one possibly for the end of the year.

So between July and December that year I lined up myself with plenty of solo trips within New Zealand. So many that I was hardly in Wellington for a weekend over the next 5 months. Each time I got away and spent time amidst the beautiful NZ landscape, I knew I wouldn’t be too far away from lining up the next one very soon. On one such ME time, I had decided that the end of the year trip was going to be a super epic trip of my life.

Initially in my mind it started off as 100 days trip to South America but then I thought of making it into a 250 days challenge. But eventually, because I had no end date at all in mind, I decided to make it a journey across all six inhabited continents on the planet instead. So with that in mind, I started making a draft itinerary for the first 6 months. And then play by ear after that. Except for a couple of flights that I booked in advance, just so that I don’t get carried away in a certain geography for too long, I had no other set itinerary for anything anywhere.

Thus sometime late December, after I employment ended, pretty much on the last working day I had my bag packed & ready to go straight to the airport. A good friend, the very first mate of mine in the country I stepped into 16yrs ago, was the one to offer me a ride to the airport. With no plan of returning to the country for a few years (or so I had thought at that stage) we both grabbed a drink together before I departed from the city I called home for the last decade and a half.

It all began with a couple of days in Honolulu, Hawaii which set the perfect tone to a long haul travel. And from there started my few weeks of North American journey where I spent a weekend in Vancouver before taking the train to Seattle, Washington. I did catch up and hangout with a buddy from school whom I last met nearly 20yrs ago. We had a whale of a time for a few days and then we took off to hit the Canyons in Utah & Arizona. Having previously explored the Grand Canyon a couple of years back, this time I wanted to check out and experience the Antelope & Bryce Canyons. And oh wow what an incredible part of US landscape that is. The canyon trip ended with an amazing night in Las Vegas after which I made my way to Dallas, Houston. Here’s a short video of that trip.

Over the next 2 weeks or so I spent time with good friends in Dallas, Miami & Tampa after which my real solo trip took over as soon as I stepped on that plane from Miami to Havana. The very first of the Latin American Spanish speaking countries that I was going to be a part of over the next 2-3 months. Spending a few days in Cuba taught me how it was going to be in the days to come and as good as it sounded it was equally scary & intimidating.

My Latin American journey spanned across 14 countries including all nations of Central America and a handful of them in South America. Thankfully none of them made me face too many challenges or give me any bad experiences at all, unlike what I had read about before I embarked on my journey. Either it was my colour, my personality or just my luck, I managed to sail through this geography as smoothly as I could. Along the way I made plenty of friends from various parts of the world, experienced some incredible cultures and got to try some amazing food.

The whole of central and South America had plenty of highlights no doubt. From volcano boarding in Nicaragua to Cliff Diving in El Salvador, from hiking up Machu Picchu to sipping cocktails in Copacabana Beach Rio, from the forests of Tikal Guatemala to the salt flats in Bolivia, from hostel party in Chile to exploring Uruguay etc etc the entire geography caught my attention every minute that I couldn’t get enough of it at all. The real highlight was experienceing the world’s largest waterfalls in Iguazu. Never had I ever witnessed or experienced such a natural wonder in my life. But before I knew it the time had come to leave the most beautiful continent and board that plane to London where I was to spend time meeting friends n family for a week and then take off to Marrakech.

It was during that week in London that the pandemic was taking a nasty nasty turn. Europe was becoming the new epicentre and I wanted to get away from there before it could turn worse or I get stranded further. I had promised a friend to catch up in Morocco and she was already on her way from down under. So I thought may be from Morocco I could head towards the Middle East and the to India from there while the situation got a bit under control. Without having too much of a choice I decided to go anyway and that was the first taster of how the world had changed and how it was going to be. I was boarding a flight from London Gatwick and boy the airport was so deserted like I’ve never seen anything like it before. It was literally a ghost town.

It was a day after landing in Marrakech that the Moroccan airspace and the borders were closing off. Soon the world was to follow suit and one by one all the countries started to do the same. The embassies started to contact people and were now making requests for us to leave Morocco as soon as possible. It was only until the accommodations and hostel stopped accepting travellers that a little bit of panic was starting to kick in and before anything could get worse, I & my friend got ourselves out of Marrakech on a repatriation flight to London Stansted.

It wasn’t all over yet. Within 24hrs of arriving into London, my friend made her way back to where she had started from .i.e, Melbourne Australia. I was kind of stranded unable to go anywhere but eventually made my way to a friend’s house in London, after being denied entry on the Eurostar to Brussels or Paris. From then on for the next 3 months I shuffled between Wembley, Reading, Brighton & Bromley spending time alone in a lockdown, sharing a huge mansion with stranded travellers n students, exploring a new city and finally hanging out with my kiwi best mates in London before leaving the UK.

Eventually with some assistance from the Indian high commission, a few organisations and with a lot of patience, I managed to get myself on a repatriation flight from Heathrow to Bangalore, so I could spend time with my family. A journey that was set out as a never ending one, was put to halt by an invisible organism. A virus had brought the world to a stand still and definitely cut short my plans. Yet I managed to circumvent the globe and am totally grateful for whatever experience I could get, in what will be now forever be known as the Pre-Covid World !!

This was my travel path !!!

Here’s a Gallery of a few handpicked images from this epic trip – I tried to choose one from each country on this trip but there may be a few double ups.

All my friends in USA that I caught up with before my solo journey of the Latin American geography began !!

On the World’s Largest Repatriation Exercise !!

On 11 July 2020, I arrived from London Heathrow to Bangalore India on an Air India flight AI112. It was a repatriation flight that was a part of the Vande Bharat Mission, an evacuation exercise of ginormous size by the Indian government to bring back its citizens from all over the world. At the time of writing this post, an incredible seven hundred thousand Indians had returned into the country via air and water. More than half a million just by air. That’s nearly the size of bottom ten countries’ populations put together. If this Repatriation was a country in itself, it would’ve been 164th largest in the list.

Now this post isn’t about the details of the journey, instead it’s an highlight of the experience, and also partly an observation of how possibly a new way of air travel could look like in the post pandemic world.

Firstly I’ve to mention that the entire process starting from waiting for the announcement of the flight schedule to booking the flights online, being provided with relevant information prior to the day of travel and the after care once I arrived at the destination port, has been an extremely commendable effort by the Indian Government. It was definitely heart warming to have been a part of this exercise, both as a passenger and as a stranded traveller.

The logistical nightmare that the authorities have had to deal with putting together such an incredible feat has to be more than just appreciated. Almost all major countries around the world carried out repatriation in their own ways but their numbers were minuscule compared to this and India did what it could to help its nationals. Yet so many people just whine, whinge, complain and point fingers for not being done enough. Haters are going to hate, whiners are going to whine. But for once they never put themselves on the other side of the equation to understand what it involves to get such a huge act right. I’m an apolitical being and this post has nothing to do with the exisiting or previous Indian governments. All of these are politically oblivious observations and thoughts on paper.

Yes for the authorities there were going to be challenges, yes there were going to be petty issues and yes were to be some flaws on such an exercise but considering these are repatriation flights and not commercial ones, it was definitely a job well done & I reckon people should be more accepting with what is being done instead of pointing out what isn’t. This is where one of my fav quips rings a bell “You can make all people happy some of the time and some people happy all the time, but you can never make all of them happy all the time.” It’s the kind of world we live in where you are judged for whatever you do, be it good or bad.

Starting with the ticket prices, I know a ton of them made noise about how expensive the flights were and they drew comparisons with a regular commercial flight in the precovid era. It’s not even like comparing apples to oranges, it’s more like comparing apples to may be seafood or something. A repatriation flight has a lot more to deal with to take pricing into consideration, from negotiating with the governments, airports, IATA, suppliers etc to making sure their own ground crew, cabin staff, pilots, food & PPE provisions etc are all in the right capacities and that their logistics are in place. Not to forget the security and well being of all the operating staff too. And given the current situation where half the world’s airlines have grounded their fleet, the operating cost of keeping those fleet in good shape, when it’s ready to fly again, also has to be taken into account. But hey, as for someone who complains, who cares about all of that. What matters to them is what they have to pay and then make all the noise about it !!! Phew…I can only imagine what it must be like, to govern and run the subcontinent.

Anyway, from the time of booking the ticket to getting on board the aircraft, the process was spot on, IMO. A day before the flight there was a text message from the Indian High Commission, as a reminder and what was needed to bring along. At the airport, the check in process was flawless. Although the tickets clearly mentioned about the luggage requirements, as expected a ton of them always had a ton of questions and yes “some arguing” at the counters <facepalm>. All those who adhered to what was mentioned, made it thru without any fuss. Before boarding everyone’s temperatures were noted, along with the face masks and a health questionnaire being provided. Those in the middle row seats were given the body suit and once we all boarded every passenger had a PPE kit and a pre-packed food bag waiting on their seats.

Onboard however this must have been the most well behaved Indian passenger crowd ever. I don’t want to be stereotyping as such cuz I’ve not been on way too many flights where the vast majority have been just Indians. I’ve probably taken only a couple dozen flights from Oceania to India (and vice versa), via one of the transit points either in the Middle East or the South East. And every single time for the last 17 years I’ve noticed a significant difference between the flights that originate in Oceania and the ones that originate to India from the transit ports. Hence the note about passenger behaviour.

There’s always some sort of melodrama either with the food or the constant bell ringing for help, opening of the overhead lockers a zillion times and worst of all, the rush to get out of the plane as soon as it lands. Every single time it has felt like everyone is on a rush to catch a connecting flight that has already departed. With that in mind, on this flight however, there was hardly any of that. With each person wanting to be as safe as possible, all of them were at their seats for almost the entirety of the journey. Everyone just consumed whatever was given to them in their food bags with hardly anyone ringing for assistance and everyone followed the protocols of no more than one person waiting outside the toilet doors.

The usual inflight announcements were all in place and a few extra ones pertaining to COVID-19 and it’s subsequent procedures on arrival were also clearly articulated on board. Once the flight landed and we were ready to the leave the aircraft, it was such a bliss to see the passengers not in a rush to get out, except for a few odd ones here and there. Everyone once again adhered to the announcements and left the aircraft based on their seating allocation.

At the arrival terminal in Bangalore, yet again there was plenty of useful information about what was being done and what was expected of the passengers. After thermal imaging, temp check and hand stamped, our baggages were sanitised before being let off the airport. Ah ah ! We didn’t get to leave the airport straight away, as we all had to follow the mandatory institutional quarantine at a hotel that suited our budget. The hotels were preorganised by the state government and we were made sure we were dropped off at the hotel reception by an allotted vehicle. At no stage were we let go without our details being taken.

Once at the hotel, the hotel staff followed all the social distancing guidelines too and clear instructions provided about what to expect. A few days later, a government appointed medical professional arrived to the hotels to collect our throat and nasal swabs for the COVID test and two days later we were given a clearance certificate to go home and self isolate ourselves for an additional one week, irrespective of showing negative results. Not sure what if the results were positive but I’m sure that process would’ve been as smooth as it could be.

Now all of this involves a multitude of organisations to work together cohesively to ensure that each passenger, from booking the ticket to going home for self quarantine and everything in between, is well informed of every thing along the way. Numerous state and central government departments, authorities, private organisations, suppliers, hospitality providers, medical professionals, volunteers etc all of these folks had to work together to make everyone’s journeys as good as it can be. For you as a passenger as simple as it may seem, there’s a lot more that goes behind the scenes. So instead of complaining of what you didn’t get, be appreciative of what you did receive indeed. Most of all and very importantly, you were able reach your home from a foreign land, doesn’t that mean a lot?

I’m very thankful and definitely grateful that I made it safely home. I was in London after a few months of travel across North, Central and South America, with starting my journey all the way from New Zealand. In between somewhere, I was stranded in Marrakech Morocco from where I had to be repatriated to Stansted UK, on a RyanAir flight. And that repatriation experience was nowhere close to being even 5% as good as the VBM repatriation. It felt like I was a sardine packed in a tin, on a fishing boat. No seat allocations, no boarding passes, no air bridges, no masks, no food, no instructions and the list goes on and on.

In comparison this experience of making it to Bangalore from Heathrow was something to be completely proud of and talk about. And hence, my huge thanks to all everyone who made it possible for me to be where I am today..With my Fam !!

Hiking a volcano in Santa Ana, El Salvador !!!

To begin with I wasn’t planning to hike at all. Having arrived into San Salvador just the previous night I had picked up a conversation with a Japanese traveller who happened to have been on the same bus as me, from Guatemala City. Over a beer at the hostel she mentioned about going to Santa Ana the next day and then to the volcano a day later. Ah considering I didn’t have any plan other than hitting the El Tunco beach I thought of tagging along and we were finding out the directions at the reception when this wonderful Scottish bloke from Ohio overheard us and offered to take use in his car as he was by himself. Thus from having no plan, I suddenly had the next day lined up to be on a volcano.

So the next morning we set off to Santa Ana in the morning. Normally to get there I’d have to take two buses n then a short walk to the entrance. Once we reached there however the rangers wouldn’t let us go up the volcano as 1. It was too windy and 2. There was no police escort, which is a mandatory requirement when going to the summit. Apparently there could be gang members enroute and it’s risky to go without an escort. Thankfully for us two groups of hikers with local guides came along and the guides convinced the rangers that they would take responsibility of everyone should anything go wrong.

And thus we set off to the summit. It wasn’t a difficult hike nor was it very steep or anything. The winds made it a little harder as we progressed to the top. There were parts of the hike where there was lose gravel but nothing life threatening as such. Along goth way there were 3 viewing points that looked out into the other volcano – #########.

The real fun kicked in when we were about 15mins away from the summit. Roughly about 300mts. The winds were so high that it was super hard for us to the wade through it. Every step I went forward came with a reward of 2 steps backward. Eventually after all that struggle when I made it to the top, the wind speeds were so high that I had to hold on to the pickets that were laid there for that very purpose. I reckon it was at least 100kmph if not more and for a moment it felt like I was in Wellington, the windiest city in the world 🙂

The summit came with its own reward though. The views of turquoise blue crater lake on one side, view of lake illepango on the other and finally the view of San Salvadoran jungles. All of them do totally worth it. After staying for about 20mins at the top, braving the winds just for fun and taking signatory selfies and videos, I made my way back. It took about 90mins to the top and about 45mins to the bottom. But those 20mins at the summit was what will this day be remembered for. Exhilaration at its very best 🙂

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Is Travelling the same as Holidaying? If not, how is it any different?

I was pleasantly surprised when a few of my friends didn’t know what the difference between travelling and holidaying is. Every time I finished a conversation or chat with them they’d go “Alright, enjoy your holidays then”. In response when I say that I’m travelling and am not on a holiday they were like “Oh well it’s the same, what’s the big difference? You are having a great time anyway”. So this post is for all of those who don’t really know how different the two (Travel and Holiday) are and that when next time someone says they are travelling, you don’t come across as ignorant and say “Have a good vacation or Have a great holiday.”

To begin with holidays or vacations, which we all are for sure craving for whilst being locked down, are as simple as going on a break from your everyday routine of life/work. You might go to a new place or to somewhere you’ve been before, to perhaps relax, de-stress, try some activities, try new foods or just for a change of place. After all of which you go back to doing what you were doing before and continuing the routine of life again, but with a little more refreshed energy & excitement.

A holiday is not supposed to be challenging, or educational. It’s supposed to be easy. To go on holiday is to visit may be one or two destinations during the whole time and not do much or anything at all. Something like going to a tropical beach resort, sun bathing by the pool & ordering cocktails served in coconuts and getting sunburnt for a week. It might mean renting a waterfront villa in Santorini or Mallorca. Or it might just mean camping out in Yosemite for a weekend.

Travelling on the other hand, which most people say is a journey of self discovery, a spiritual journey to know what you mean to yourself, something that allows you to think, question yourself, find answers etc etc. To an extent all of that might be true however for me “Travelling is a simple journey not to discover yourself but to remind yourself who you have been all along.” What does that mean??

Travelling to me is a life lesson, it’s a skill that you acquire only by doing it. It is a challenge that involves getting out of your comfort zone, taking chances and taking risks. Traveling means staying in hostels and befriending other travelers, as well as locals. It means drinking with the locals at neighbourhood bars rather than within the tourist club circuit. Travelling means you Walk, bike and take public transportation like the locals.

You eat, drink and live like a local. If language is a barrier, you learn key phrases and attempt to start and finish conversations in the native language. It may seem silly but you’ll be appreciated for trying. Travelling, whilst most of the time is exciting, a lot of times it is frustrating, sometimes infuriating to the point you ask yourself why you even are doing it. It isn’t always fun. It isn’t always relaxing. But it is extremely memorable, and very often life-changing.

Travelling is full of downsides. No one loves battling with taxi drivers to try to get themselves somewhere without being too badly ripped off, specially at night. No one enjoys long haul overnight bus journeys. No one craves the risks of food poisoning eating something unknown. Sometimes you get tired of the uncertainty of travelling, of not knowing where you’ll be staying the next night, or how you’ll even get there.

However t’s not always negative; there are plenty of positives and more often than not there are more pros than cons. You make plenty of friends when you travel, specially when you’re thrown together with random people in a strange land. You learn things about other cultures, other people, other travellers, about our planet, that a trip to a beachside resort or a waterfront Miami villa will never teach you. You also learn, crucially, about yourself when you travel – what you’re capable of, what you love, what you hate, what inspires you, what angers you, how you react and more. In other words, it makes you realise who you really are.

My Central & South American journeys have been by far the most challenging of all my travels. Imagine talking to people who don’t speak a word of English. Even simple words like bus, cash, atm, water, food, bread, sugar, here, there etc all have to be mentioned in Spanish. Specially when crossing borders and explaining the immigration officials, ah it’s been fun. Despite this I’ve had hour long conversations with some people. I’ve become friends with some of them and I’ve had dinner dates with a few. I have arrived at places where I didn’t know where to stay. And at places I’ve stayed I’ve come across various kinds of people, some very very cool ones while some others that made me feel not so safe and uncomfortable.

I’ve eaten all sorts of food, from Pupusas to Galle Pintos, plenty of local beers and so far have never craved for anything. The last time I had Indian food was in a friends house in Tampa, about 90 days back. While travelling for longer durations, your health is extremely important. You don’t want to fall sick even a little cuz it makes the whole journey unimaginable. Imagine you have fever or headache in some random place where you know no one and having to deal with it. I alternated between buying fresh food at the markets and eating street food. Sometimes I splurge in a nice restaurant. To be flexible is the key. And some days I had just go on a fruit n water only diet to cleanse myself.

On another note, while holidays are planned and chilled out, travelling has no plans at all. You might have a rough idea of where you’ll be and what you’ll do but mostly you just pick up cues from others and go with the flow. If you like a place you stay longer or you just move on. For some lucky ones, including me, the holidays or travels are very long and for some unfortunate ones they neither get to travel nor have a holiday. Don’t be that one. Real travel is not just about seeing new things, but it is also about seeing things with a new and refreshed perspective

So when the world reopens again I’d say go on, go pack your bags, go get those stamps on your passport, create your own life-changing experiences or just figure out who you really are. Just go TRAVEL !!!


P.S. This post was drafted when I was in Morocco, not knowing how the world would flip upside down in a matter of days. As of now we all know travelling is out of bounds for a while and even when things ease a bit, it will not be the same anymore. However there are some determined ones out there who would keep going no matter what, for them travelling isn’t a holiday, it’s a passion. You know who you are 🙂

Machu Picchu – The Experience of a Lifetime

Machu Picchu – The name every single traveller in the world, yearns to either go toe or add it to their list of travels to cross it off at some stage. The name that makes every hiker in the world want to do the 4 day Inca Trail before reaching the mountain of the Lost City of the Incas. And finally the name, where only one non-documentary type movie has been allowed to shoot and that isn’t a James Bond classic or a Steven Spielberg special. It was Super Star Rajnikanth’s movie “Enthiran (Robot in Hindi)” in which the “Kilimanjaro” song sequence was entirely shot at Machu Picchu.

Yes that’s a special introduction to this unbelievably marvellous city, an incredible feat of ancient engineering by the Incas in the 1400s. Until I arrived here I thought this “lost city” was constructed a few thousand years ago but it’s been just over 600years old of which it was habited only for about 100yrs before being abandoned by the Incas and no one knows the exact reason why.

My entire journey to Machu Picchu is documented in a video HERE and this post is not about writing the video in words. To a small extent perhaps a yes but it’s more about how it feels when you walk among the ruins and how it’s feels to be surrounded by the gigantic lush green mountains all around when you reach this new wonder of the world.

Because I had started very early in the morning wanting to be the first entrants for the day, as well as having booked the first slot to Wayna Picchu, when I entered the ruins of Machu Picchu straight away I couldn’t believe where I was. Yes the ruins make you wonder how the Incas built it so high in the mountains. Yes the early morning fog makes you feel like you are in heaven. Yes the morning drizzle adds to the awesomeness of location. And all you can go is WoW with each single step you take and with every angle you look around.

It was 6am when I entered the ruins and given it was a low travel season there were only about a couple dozen of us who had walked in at that time. Even the security guards hadn’t taken their positions inside yet. I made my way thru a good area of the ruins with literally no one in sight and soaked in all the glory to myself. For a good hour or so there were hardly anyone.

At around 7am I had to hike up to Wayna Picchu, the summit of which was 2000ft above Machu Picchu. It took about 90mins to get to the top and wasn’t the most easiest of hikes as such. Particularly considering it was about 7500ft above sea level. A lot of them are warned about altitude sickness and it’s side effects. Thankfully I was alright the whole time except that I had to take it slow in certain places.

The feeling of making it to the top of Wayna Picchu and admiring the views around is something that can’t be explained in words. Every person who makes it all the way is proud of each others’ efforts. It does feel like an Everest climb of it’s own in a certain way. The views you get, the air you breath, the mountains you see and the clouds below you, are all something that you can’t put a price to. After about 30mins of being in sheer admiration I did go back to Machu Picchu, although I didn’t want to. On the way down I had company at some parts where as for the rest of it I had my Sony speaker. It was fun playing all sorts of numbers in the middle of an ancient Incan jungle, grooving to some peppy songs along the way.

Once I was down at Machu Picchu, at about 1030am or so there were a plethora of tourists everywhere. I didn’t feel like spending too much time as such but did manage to hang out for an hour or so waking through the ruins and shooting my videos. After which I decided to grab a Peruvian Pilsner with an empanada for brunch. Which is where I met an Indian couple (or any Indians for the first time in nearly 2 months) as well as a couple of Japanese travellers, all of whom became good friends in a short span of time.

A little while later I made a downhill hike to Aguas Calientes, where I had to take the train back to Ollyatantambo a couple of hours later. The feeling of being in one of the most beautiful places on earth, at a wonder of the world, completing a hike which lot of them want to but can’t or can but won’t, all of this is something I can only be grateful for having been able to do so at a time in my life which others envy. The world is an amazing place and as I continue my journey, more incredible places are being unfolded. So for what it’s worth, I urge you to pack your bags and travel like you‘ll never be able to for the rest of your life.


Canyon Adventures in Utah & Arizona

Have you seen that windows wallpaper which showed a bright orange cave like structure with all those gorgeous gradients and lines making their cut thru the rocks? I always wondered where that place was when that wallpaper was released with windows 2000. Over the years I did find out that was in Antelope Canyon in Utah USA. So when I decided that I was going to make my way from Vancouver to Miami enroute to Latin America I had decided to make a pit stop at Vegas and find my way to the canyons which were about 300 miles from there.

As luck would have it one of my “chaddi dost” from the school days with whom I hung out in Seattle for a couple of days decided that he wanted to join me. Having him as a travel buddy made it easier for our transportation as we had made up our mind to splurge on a decently expensive BMW Beamer Coupe for those 3 days and wow, how awesome of a choice that was. As soon as we landed in Vegas that night and made our way towards Utah on that bright red car, we were already on a different kind of high without even smoking anything 🙂 For the record neither of us are smokers at all but we could feel that kinda high.

We had pitched ourselves at this beautiful town of Kanab for the night and it did say we were in some sort of red canyon valley. But it was only the next morning when we woke up and saw outside of the window how amazing of a place it was. The canyons were bright red with snow sprinkled all over them. And we were surrounded by the bright red rocks 360 degrees. The sun was out at it’s full glory and we drove off to Antelope Canyon. Now it was time to put the car roof down and blast our music while we were in full control of the freeway. On the way we came across a couple of beautiful spots – Lone Rock and Glen Canyon Dam. Both were equally amazing in their own ways, one completely natural while the other totally man made.

From there on with the usual stops, breaks, devouring food etc etc we made it to Antelope Canyon. Now at this Canyon you cannot go to the canyons by yourself as it is a protected area by the Navajo people. Instead you have to take a tour with one of the registered operators. We managed to get a 4pm slot and were worried that the light was fading away. We were all taken in a dozen trucks with about 10-15 in each vehicle. When we did reach the Canyon again the groups were taken one at a time. A few mins apart. But boy ! The minute you walk into the Canyon it’s amazingly mesmerising to say the least. Every step you take and make your way in, makes you go wow. I just shut myself to whatever the tour guide was saying cuz I was so engrossed. A good hour or so walking inside the canyons and back made me want more n more of it. It was honestly the best natural wonder I’d ever seen in my life.

With the satisfaction of having experienced something unbelievable and thankful for getting that opportunity, we then made our way that evening to the town of Panguitch Utah, a couple of hours away from Antelope Canyon. It was a cold evening, we got ourselves some beers n pizzas, checked into the motel and crashed for the night. I spent an extra hour or two just looking at the photos from the day and reliving it as I hit the bed. The Canyon walls, the bright colours, the peeking sun rays and the silence of nature all still fresh in my mind as I lay my head on the pillow with a smile on my face.

The next morning kicked off in an adventurous fashion already. Overnight our car was dumped with at least 6inches of snow fall. We had to brush it off and shovel it away for a good half hour before it could be made road ready again. Loading ourselves with hot coffee n egg rolls for brekkie, we hit the road to enter Bryce Canyon national park. It was a short 15min ride from our motel and the second we entered the park, we were already in awe of what we were about to see. A bright giant orange natural arch welcomed us into the area n we had to make a quick photo stop. While doing so, in the distance we spotted a family van stuck in snow on the curb side, so we decided to give them a hand to help out. We did whatever we could and eventually they managed to fit the snow chain and rescue themselves.

As we entered deeper into Bryce, it was like a scene from a movie where we were completely in the middle of a snow mountain with all the snow capped trees all around us. For miles we were able to drive without anyone or anything taking away our attention. We had the car roof down, music on and GoPro out 🙂 The bright red car stood our amazingly well given the white background. And my mate who’s normally a very silent bloke was in his full elements. Was a pleasure to see him get himself out of his normal self.

A few miles in and we reached the car park inside Bryce Canyon National Park, pulled over, got our jackets to make our way to the viewing area of the Bryce Canyons. And oh my god, what we saw was like a page out of a fictional winter wonderland book !! I thought I couldn’t be more wowed than the Antelope Canyon from the previous day but this one took that wow factor to a whole new level. It was like the Putangirua Pinnacles n Punakaiki Pancake Rocks of New Zealand, mashed together, increased the size ten fold, splashed with reddish orange paint and sprinkled with snow dust all over. No words can describe how gorgeous it was. The winter period made it even more beautiful than otherwise and I couldn’t have been more happier to get an opportunity to witness what I did. There were a few walking tracks down to the valley and with our regular sneakers on we decided to go anyway irrespective of how much we slipped and fell on our butts while wading thru the snow. Every step we took and every foot we moved made it more n more worth it.

We both spent the entire day at Bryce Canyon checking out both sunrise and sunset points in the area. Took a lot of pictures, shot some videos, had loads of fun and later in the day we started making our way to Vegas. It was only a 4hr drive to the party central capital of the world and given how insanely amazing and crazy the last two days in the canyons were, we decided to celebrate that joy with a night out in Vegas. And we did !! From 8pm to 5am we were totally out and about, drinking away, gambling and having a great time. We deliberately didn’t book a hotel that night and for 2hrs we managed to grab some sleep in the car. And thus without detailing all of that, whatever happened in Vegas stayed in Vegas 🙂 But the canyons obviously took all the thunder it deserved for the previous two days and we couldn’t have been feeling more accomplished than what we did….

Cuba !! A beautiful country disconnected from the world

Whenever you hear about Cuba or Havana the first thing that comes into your head is the Cuban Mafia, Cuban Salsa or the Havana Rum correct? Whatever the media shows us gets into our head so much that we build a perception about the place, good or bad. When I boarded my flight from Miami to Havana I had no expectations about the city or the country and arrived here with an open mind. And I must say that as soon as I started my conversation with my casa particular host, everything I had in mind about Cuba changed big time.

With free education, free medical, super subsidised living costs like food, shelter and utilities Cubans don’t really poverty in any form. The need for more and the want for a “better” living makes them go seek for it. On the other hand the freebies also have made a lot of them lazy and not do much. They eat and drink and make merry most of the time. The hard working ones get their butts of and make a few dollars more to provide well for their families.

I stayed in a home stay as that was the visa category I travelled into Cuba i.e., support for Cuban people. Meaning I had to stay with locals and do local stuff. I did manage to explore around the neighbourhood to get a feel of how it is. I stopped by a local tea stall to eat a toasted ham n cheese sandwich. Most people mind their own business, with the odd one greeting or smiling at you. They are not very friendly but not too cold either. After exploring the surrounds I took the local bus to go to Old Havana and wow what a transformation that was. Old Havana is full of character, full of life and a obvious lot of colorful vintage American cars. These cars turn the city into something of its own. I walked around most of old Havana and explored most of its important icons, spent time by the wharf where I saw massive waves hit the rocks at great speeds, tried a traditional Cuban meal, went into stores n markets and eventually took the back home.

Two most important things to note here were the WIFI and the Language. Wifi is not available everywhere and you can find certain spots where a zillion people are on their phones and that’s where u can access it. It’s not free and you have to find a wifi card to access the internet. I got mine from a guy selling on the streets and managed to negotiate 5CUC for three 1hr cards. The other obvious point is the language. Spanish is the language widely spoken but at most shops, restaurants and other places alike, they do manage a little bit of English. Google translate is your best buddy and along with some basic Spanish, it’s not hard to manage your way around.

On one of the days, I found a travel buddy in my accomodation who was from Japan. I was totally surprised how she had been managing to get around without knowing a word of Spanish and her English was at its elemental basics. She mentioned to me that one of the nights she “guessed” which bus to take to return to the homestay and hoped it was the right one. I mean it’s people like these that inspire you to take the extra step and push yourself when in doubt about anything. We both hung out the entire day exploring new Havana together and later ended off the day with a good Cuban dinner and a local bus ride back home 🙂

One thing to note as a tourist/traveller here is to say no to the locals who tend to tag along with you starting with a good conversation. By no means they are scary or threatening of any sort and all they want is a few CUCs as a gratitude. I met a bunch of them like this and after having my time with them, I politely said no to whatever they asked. And also made sure I was never in an isolated place as such. Overall it was a great experience in Cuba. From using broken Spanish to communicate to make my way around, to having long conversations, to taking the local bus & local ferry, to meeting other travellers, getting travel tips for Latin America, to striking a deal with a cabbie to take me to the airport on the classic vintage Chevy, it was a week that surely taught me a lot.

Top tips for Cuba

1. Canadian dollars are of the highest value. Bring CAD to exchange to CUC, you get the best price. Airport is fine to exchange.

2. Tourists have to use CUC (Cuban convertibles) at most places while CUP (Cuban Pesos) is for the locals. Most places accept both but preferred to be paid in CUC.

3. Resist the temptation from being lured by locals in Havana. They sweet talk you into taking to a store or bar or restaurant which you might end up paying for.

4. Carry smaller denominations as possible.

5. Cubans are lazy. Two blocks of walking might seem a lot to them and everything is very far in their heads, so if they say it’s very far it’s probably not as far as you think.

6. Wifi is available for purchase from telecom centres in blocks of an hour. Usually about 1CUC per hour.

7. Bus transport is super cheap ranging from 0.5 to 5 Cuban Pesos to most places across Havana & surrounds.

8. It is quite safe all around but you still have to watch out for some crazy people.

Some of photos here below:

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