Travel
Walking Dhaka
In my quest to create the perfect walking tour for my friends, I came across a number of tailor made guided tours. Here’s a handy list for when you’re in a quandary like me and need to show a tourist around.
The MasterChef Trail of Melbourne
Flemington, Melbourne. It had only been a few months since I’d moved to this bustling inner-city suburb; its streets lined with quaint Victorian cottages in stark contrast with the ethnic restaurants that plied their trade on the main strip. While out on an afternoon stroll around the neighbourhood, I decided to follow the sounds of what promised to be a heady carnival and turned up at the Melbourne Showgrounds. The annual Royal Melbourne Show was underway.
On the Hunt for Dragons: Hiking through Komodo Island
Dragons exist, and not just on Westeros. Recounting my encounter with Komodo Dragons in Indonesia.
A Taste of the Surreal
Finalist, World Nomads Passport & Plate Food Scholarship 2015 – for the best travel story that transports readers to a new place through food.
Deliceaux Paris
They call it “The City of Love.” And indeed, droves of hand-holding couples flock to Paris, taking in all that the city has to offer. I too am drawn to this city where I indulge in my most decadent pleasures – of the gastronomic kind rather than your general amorous pursuits.
The Land of Fire and Ice: Driving Through Iceland’s Ring Road
sky was an angry gray, the sea a heaving mass; rain lashed against the windows and gale force winds rattled the tiny cabin. I looked out and watched in trepidation as three large figures, hulked across the windswept plain. Three men tumbled through the door of the communal kitchen.
Of Goulash and Ruin Bars
Our idea of Eastern Europe has been largely influenced by the drab communist blocks of Zagreb and Bratislava. As the sleeper from Munich chugged to a stop at Budapest rail station, we were accosted by the customary spectrum of people – the loud voiced tourist touts following in the wakes of Western Backpackers, head scarved ladies bustling past with their wicker baskets, bedraggled beggars prostrated on the ground, seeking alms from the largely ignorant commuters rushing past.
A Bullish Affair
We decided to take a break from following the Tour de France around and drive down to Pamplona for the running of the bulls – the festival of San Fermin. Growing up, I’d read about the event as a vibrant, exhilarating experience, tinged with an element of danger and that was the draw card for my husband and I.