The city had been exactly what I had imagined it to be and more; it was completely different to anything else I had seen on the subcontinent, the people were full of colourful and passionate conversation and the lake was truly beautiful with the background of the Himalayas faded under haze. Yet, I'd felt much safer than I perhaps thought I would, the media always driving a particular fear of certain places, and in fact, after I left I found myself telling people, "Go to Srinagar and spend time there," because only then can you truly understand it... Read about my time in Srinagar, Kashmir.
Varanasi was the place that I imagined I would find India’s intriguing spirituality and most interesting of characters and I was not wrong. The city, with its holy people, it’s rituals, it’s maddening traffic, it’s delicious street food, it’s suffocating alleyways and it’s annoyingly frustrating boat touts and rickshaw drivers, was my favourite place yet.
That big, beautiful, white building that sits next to the pyramids on most travel posters. The one thing you can’t leave India without seeing. The Taj Mahal. I was very excited to see it but I did wonder if perhaps it might not be as grand as I’d imagined after seeing so many pictures of … Continue reading Seeing the Taj: take one and two