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50 shades of … traveling underwear!

22nd March 2018

You’re a long-term traveler when your underwear mutates to various lifeless shades of grey and beige. The excitement of laundry day, getting back fresh, semi-clean clothes is the highlight of any travelers day!

But imagine taking that laundry day excitement and multiplying it by 10, when I realised that an hour drive away is a good old British institution, Marks and Spencer, with new underwear.

It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve washed or soaked said underwear, I still end up sporting the latest fashion of murky tones. Bras after 48 hours soaking in strong detergent proved unsuccessful, so you can understand my overwhelming joy at the prospect of new, clean underwear.

So, armed with a selection of black, pink and coffee-coloured underwear, it is out with the offensive and in with the new clean items of pure delight.

India has many many rituals, ranging from the strange to the outright dangerous, but I couldn’t find one for the sacrifice of disgusting coloured bras, funnily enough! For a split second I did think that I really shouldn’t just throw them away, as I could donate them, but seriously that would just been down-right rude.

Now I’m not about to start another bra burning feminist movement, but I can think of no better way to say ‘good-bye’ to my trusty, grubby friends. So let the burning commence.

A small range of India’s unusual rituals found on Google:

Walking on fire; Originating in Tamil Nadu, the practice of Theemithi is part of a larger ceremony. The festival of Theemithi is a celebration of Draupadi, wife of the Pandavas. After the Battle of Kurukshetra, Draupadi walked across a bed of fire and emerged unscathed. Theemithi is a re-enactment of the same, and is believed to grant a wish or blessing by the goddess.

Baby tossing; Practised in India for years by both, Hindus and Muslims. At Baba Umer Dargah, Maharashtra, babies are dropped from a height of approx. 50 feet, and caught in a sheet held by waiting men. A similar custom is observed at the Sri Santeswar temple near Indi, in the state of Karnataka. This ritual has been followed for over 700 years and is believed to bring prosperity to the family (and probably give heart attacks to the weak!).

Hanging by hooks; This ‘art form’ performed in Kerala’s Kali temples is as captivating as it is toe-curling. Dancers dress up as Garuda, the vehicle of Lord Vishnu who quenched the goddess Kali’s thirst with blood after slaying Darika the demon. After a dance performance, they hang like eagles (Garudan Thookam) from a pole, by hooking the flesh on their backs! These hanging ‘ Garudas ‘ are paraded around the city. This ritual is carried out on Makara Bharani Day and Kumbha Bharani Day.

Safe to say disposing of my grubby underwear seems pale in comparison – Gotta love India 🙂

Image size for one of my bras would be too large and probably crash my site! So instead here is a beautiful pic of Irfan, a cute local boy that I have been teaching English and swimming to.

Irfan - Arambol

The adorable Irfan, the happiest little boy I’ve ever met ♥



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Travel and the honeymoon phase

7th February 2018
Travel to Querim Beach, North Goa

Easy to relax on peaceful Querim Beach, North Goa


It’s been just over three months of full time travel …….. and my love affair with this chapter of my life has been invigorating!

January has already gone and my 2018 travels have begun in the most relaxed way. I saw in the New Year and my birthday in the vibrant popular tourist destination and travelers party haven Arambol, North Goa.

With a wonderful free spirited hippie-type vibe Arambol is a place where you easily get swallowed up in the laid back lifestyle and find that you have suddenly stayed for a lot longer than you anticipated. My planned 2 weeks has already turned into 5 weeks and I’m now calling my wonderful guest house ‘home’. However, beach life certainly doesn’t lend itself to being productive, hence the radio silence with the blog, social media etc.

Sounds crazy to you lovely people reading this blog, but I kinda needed to stop and take a holiday …. please don’t hate me for that statement. I know how blessed I am to be leading this lifestyle I have chosen for myself. So I have given myself a bit of a talking to, pulled my finger out of the proverbial and fired up the trusty laptop.

I’ve been reading lots of travelers’ blogs lately to get some writing inspiration. I have total admiration for their hard work and dedication to their passion of traveling and writing. Almost every day they are posting their latest pics, that arguably wouldn’t look out of place in the travel section of National Geographic or the fashion section of Vogue. Writing wonderful blog posts about their seemingly glamorous jet-setting life and exciting adventures in foreign lands. They make it look so effortless, banging out one great blog post after another and taking pics that world class photographers would be proud of.

The reality of life on the road is somewhat different and I’m sure they all started with similar feelings of ‘crap, this is more work than I envisioned’.

As a newbie on the outskirts of the blogger world I now appreciate that they work really bloody hard at what they do.  I remember from previous long term traveling that the honeymoon phase will waiver. The mind will crave some sort of routine and that’s where my blogging will become my passionate affair to my steady travel relationship. I say that statement fully aware that I’m going to have to put a hell of a lot of time and effort into making it anywhere close to the inspirational bloggers out there.

Right now, like the early days of a new relationship, I’m enjoying the intoxicating lust for my new travel lifestyle, but I vow to find my blogging rhythm amidst my new mind-blowing love affair 🙂

Click here to read how my love affair with travel and India began.

Travel to Arambol Beach

Everyday sights on a morning wander along Arambol beach

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Chai and chilies on the streets of Jaipur

22nd December 2017

Nobody that has visited the Pink City can deny that Jaipur is a beautiful place, with the blush of the sandstone buildings captivating you at every turn. The obvious tourist places; Pink Palace, Amer Fort, Hawa Mahal (image above) etc are so crowded with people, cameras raised for selfies I couldn’t really get a feel for Jaipur and it’s people.

So I asked Ishak, my amazing tuk-tuk driver to drop me off at the hopefully tourist free market area. I found myself in the middle of what could only be described as a crazy hectic shopping scene from Black Friday. Ishak wagged his head, gave me his cheeky smile said ‘you crazy lady, you ok on own?’

Ishak needn’t have worried, or attempted to secretly follow me to make sure I was safe (he was crap at hiding!) as people could not have been more friendly. Convincing Ishak that I was safe, I was left to wander through the markets.

Immediately your senses are on fire; carts piled high with fragrant herbs, spices & dried chilies for sale, men cooking up the popular and delicious street food Pani Puri (crispy fried dough balls stuffed with potato, sprouts, spicy flavoured water and sweet chutney). The sparkle from the shops selling the over-the-top bling bangles the women love to wear, the aroma of burning incense coming from all directions to the vibrant colours of the sari shops, I found myself totally immersed, and then totally lost!

The next few hours I wandered through the tourist free streets, criss-crossing the markets, alive with the hustle and bustle and incessant horn blowing. I was surrounded by people just going about their daily life. Stopping to take a picture of a group of gentlemen drinking tea, I was soon instructed with huge smiles to sit and enjoy the sweet masala chai with them. We were soon surrounded by many locals who seemed to be loving the fact that a western woman was sitting drinking chai with them in the backstreets of Jaipur. We spent a fun half hour looking through my photo’s of India and discussing life in broken English.

Chai Jaipur

Chai on the street, Jaipur

Jaipur street treats …

Making my way back to Ishak, sellers were stopping me, surprisingly not seeking a hard sell but just keen for me to sample local foods. In the space of 1 hour I enjoyed tasting the incredibly fiery stuffed fried chilies (mirchi vada – or ‘you’re going to regret this later’ chilies) and freshly cooked spicy vegetable samosa. I was then given the sweet and sickly, rot your teeth jaggery chunks (raw unrefined molasses and sugar cane), followed by the delicious refreshing fennel seed usually given after meals to aid digestion (saunf).

Street chilies

Mirchi Vada chilies


Sweet Jaggery


Saunf – fennel seed to aid digestion

I left the market streets with a bag of juicy baby coconut to see me through the rest of the day and a paper cone filled with fennel, as worryingly my stomach was now doing some form of daring acrobatic movement after the mixture of spices!

So Jaipur, you are a beautiful city of many photo worthy pink tones, but it’s the people and the market that made this place special for me ….. and the Bhang Lassi that Ishak bought for me, which funnily enough settled my stomach and every other ache and pain I had!




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I leave my heart and tears in Rishikesh

26th November 2017

Rishikesh and its people will steal your heart, I guarantee.

Take the time to stop and sit on the Ghats by Ram Jhula and take in the majestic mountains behind you and the calming beauty of the river as it quickly flows by. Worshipped by the name Ganga Maiya (Mother Ganga) and Gangajal (Ganga = Ganges; jal = water) the waters are believed to wash away all sins and grant the devotee salvation.

Ganges Rishikesh

Ganga, Ghats and Ram Jhula bridge

Whilst seated, contemplating life and watching locals worship and give thanks to Mother Ganga, I was joined by a Sadhu Baba (holy person who has renounced worldly life), who had quite possibly the wisest looking face I’ve ever come across. He told me through miming and elaborate hand gestures how special Mother Ganga was to the people and what offering a blessing to her does for your soul … at least I think that’s what he was going on about! Anyway, he obviously thought I had listened well as he gave me a flower to offer Mother Ganga, blessed me with a red bindi dot on the forehead, clasped his hands together and bowed his head before wandering off. Now I’m definitely not a religious or particularly spiritual person, but taking the time to sit and ponder his story I found myself with tears in my eyes making my way down to Mother Ganga. Placing the flower gently on the cold, clear water, I looked skyward and finally say goodbye to someone very dear that I’d lost a couple of years ago. I allowed the tears to flow for a few minutes and then being typically stiff-upper-lip British, brushed myself down, wiped my eyes and walked away, but now with a sense of calm and thanks for the international language of miming.

Street Baba Rishikesh

Wise face of a Sadhu Baba

Every evening, as dusk descends and the temperature drops, it’s time for the Ganga Aarti (devotional ritual that uses fire as an offering) to be performed on the river banks at three holy cities throughout India; Haridwar, Rishikesh and Varanasi. Whilst the Aarti attracts hundreds of people from all over India and indeed all over the world, it is said that the ritual held on the steps of the Ghats at Parmarth Niketan in Rishikesh is the most authentic, intimate and relaxed. The performance takes place on the steps around a fire, with a Vedic priest chanting mantras, the singing of devotional bhajans and the reciting of prayers, all supported by the beating of drums, clanging of bells and the beautiful voices of brahmin boys that are studying to become priests at the Parmath Nikethan Ashram. This is followed by offerings made to Agni, the fire god. The evening I attended was a special occasion as a guest priest from Israel was in attendance, so all taking part were elaborately dressed in their finest. The brahmin boys shrouded in red and saffron robes were seated on the steps forming a pathway from the priest down to Ganga. Perched on low tables at the front were boys with ornate brass diyas that were lit and passed around to light individual diyas held by worshippers. The fire is worshipped by performing the purification blessing of cupping downturned hands and then placing hands to the eyes and forehead. The diyas are then raised high facing the deity of God (or divine element; Ganga) and slowly offered in clockwise circular motion to Ganga. Devotees then place Puja (devotional worship offerings) in the form of small leaf baskets, filled with rice, flowers and a lit candle on Ganga and watch it float away with their prayers.

Brahmin Ganga Aarti Rishikesh

Brahmin boys with Diyas Ganga Aarti Rishikesh

Puja offering Ganga Rishikesh

Puja Ganga Aarti Rishikesh








After the ceremony you have just got to cross Ram Jhula bridge and visit the open air traditional cooking oven, where they make the best chapati and vegetable pakora. But be prepared to sit and wait as it’s so good it is surrounded by locals getting their ‘take out’.

Street oven Rishikesh

Take away chapati and pakora – delicious

Rishikesh is also famous for its bridge called Laxman Jhula which is suspended over Ganga and stretches approx 400ft connecting the Tehri and Pauri districts. The other suspension bridge, Ram Jhula is slightly further down river and both being no more than 5 feet in width are a hive of activity with tourists, cows, monkeys, mopeds and fruit carts continuously back and forth. Whilst this is an experience in itself, dodging the horns of the cows, holding tightly to your bag so the monkeys don’t make a run for it with your belongs, the hardest part as a blonde white female is running the gauntlet of Indian men wanting you in their photograph, like you are something freaky from a circus. You soon get the hang of strategically placing your hand over part of your face to thwart the secret selfies with you in it and smile knowingly at their eager faces.

Located at one end of Laxman Jhula is the 13 storied holy shrine, Trayambakeshwar Temple, which holds ornate carvings of many Hindu deities as you make your way up the 13 floors. Not only do visitors flock to view the statues and reach the top to receive a blessing, but the view of Rishikesh either side of the Ganga is stunning and well worth the many steps.

13 story temple Laxman Jhula Rishikesh

13 story Trayambakeshwar Temple and Laxman Jhula bridge

What better way to start your day than to climb to the top of a mountain to watch the sunrise. Ok, I say climb, it was actually about 40 mins in a taxi and then 10 mins hike up 150 steps (yes, I counted) to the Kunjapuri Temple at a height of 1645 metres (yes, I asked). Panoramic views of Himalaya mountains, river Ganga below and the terraced fields of local farmers is simply breathtaking…. But just wait until the sun starts to rise and break through the peaks of the mountains to see it’s true beauty. Well worth the 4am start 🙂

Kunjapuri temple sunrise Rishikesh

Sunrise from Kunjapuri Temple Rishikesh

There is so much to Rishikesh, it is so much more than the yoga capitol it is famous for. The sights, sounds and smells will capture you.

Rishikesh you have my heart forever and I will return one day 💕


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A grand adventure is about to begin…

10th October 2017

Sold everything, bought the one way ticket.

The thing that scares me the most is the age old adage of coming to the end and having regrets. So this next chapter of my life is me letting go of society’s expectation of what is deemed a normal life, taking the leap and living my life, my way.

September 2017 saw me quit my job, sell my apartment, my jeep, all my belongings and deal with leaving family and friends to prepare myself for a life of travel – all quite scary, but also very liberating.

I did the usual round-the-world backpacking trip over 20 years ago (wow, where did those years go!) where I bought the standard RTW ticket, followed the usual backpacker route, had to find a payphone to call home, posted the rolls of film home to be developed and actually put pen to postcard to keep people up to date on my travels. Times have certainly changed, I now have the latest MacBook Pro, a dual sim mobile phone, a Go-Pro Hero 5, a Ricoh GRii camera and all the social media platforms one now uses to stay in touch or post your latest ‘selfie’!

In life we sometimes just go through the motions, acclimatised to the day-to-day hum drum that our life has become. I want to feel alive and excited by life and new experiences and not have my inner voice questioning my purpose for being on this earth, wondering if this is my lot in life. I’m going to follow my dream of venturing to far flung corners of the earth, find out for myself what this amazing planet and its inhabitants has to offer, wake up each day with a childlike wonder and excitement for the unknown. And through my journey across the miles, my inner voice will calm it’s restless chatter and I’ll truly be satisfied with my lot.

Yes, I am nervous about what a life on the road will be like, but I’m more nervous about what my life will be if I don’t take that first flight and just go for it.

Life is short and it’s time for a new adventure, so buckle up and join me for the ride.