Adventures In Bhagsu

There are about a thousand things to do in the hippy training camp that is Bhagsu in between saluting the sun and having all the blood rush to your head in a decidedly unpleasant manner as you attempt pre-breakfast yoga. Jess had been teaching me macrame. I'd learned a bit of it in Hampi with [...]

Cooking, Beaches And Kayaking; Standard Palolem

No, Tarrant. No. You may not feed beef momos to the tiny cow. I'm sure the tiny cow would enjoy them but it's kinda like grinding up the postman and feeding him to the neighbours wrapped in a little steamed dumpling. It's the Tibetan bovine version of Sweeny Todd. I'm also pretty sure that's how [...]

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 [...]