Bamboo Rafting On The Periyar Lake

This morning we'd arranged to have Satheeth to pick us up after breakfast. Yeah, I know we were due to get enough food to keep us going for about three days, I only ate a fraction of my packed lunch yesterday, but guys. A chick cannot live off bread alone. She needs a mystery breakfast [...]

Brave Adventuring And Fully Justified Fleeing

I knew we were getting packed lunches today but I always worry that I'm not going to be given enough food and I'll wither away and die in minutes, so we got up especially early to get our overpriced park entry tickets and get some breakfast in our faceholes before we went to the border [...]

Slow Down Before You Hurt Yourself

Well yesterday was pretty hectic. Though to be fair, "hectic" by Varkala standards basically means "I got out of the hammock and remained upright for more than twenty consecutive minutes." This in itself results in collapsing dramatically into a chair at one of the restaurants and asking for a Kingfisher Gold in between gasps as [...]

Non-Denominational Holiday Wishes

Generic non-denominational forced holiday happiness wishes to y'all. Despite the photos I didn't spend my whole afternoon frolicking in the waves. Mainly I spent it stuffing various food products into my facehole at the Coffee Temple which is run by an English dude, ergo managed to produce a suitably satisfying roast lunch, before I went [...]

I Came, I Saw, I Selfied

Kanyakumari is basically as far south as you can go in India. If you tried to go any further south you'd probably drown. You wouldn't even know which ocean you actually drowned in either on account of the fact that this is where three oceans meet, it'd be like some manner of water inhalation lottery. [...]

Killing Time

Me and zoos have an uneasy relationship. On one hand, animals shouldn't be kept in captivity. If they've been plucked from the wild and enclosed in a zoo then that's not something I want to look at. Buuuut if they were born in captivity and that's all they know and the zoo treats them well [...]

Varkala’s Expensive Little Sister

So me and Jill had rocked up to Trivandrum in the pissing rain and did that thing where you ask every other person where the actual fuck you're meant to catch the bus to Kovalam because Indian directions often involve a vague hand wave in a general direction with a "and then you turn left... [...]