It’s not a secret we’ve had to deal with a rigid and sensitive traveller – one who suffers culture shock badly, finds it hard to sleep in strange places, and refuses foreign foods.… Continue reading
Remember how, when cameras still had wind-on levers and used film cartridges which took several weeks to develop into photos via the local chemist, it was hilarious to take shots in panorama and… Continue reading
I’m home! Alone. And not because I misplaced the children (again). We decided to maximise the children’s stay with their relatives by using our latest family travel manoeuvre, which I’ve decided to call… Continue reading
On more than one occasion (i.e. two occasions) I have introduced the child of a newly-arrived expat to the ways of the squat toilet. Usually this is because squat toilets are less popular… Continue reading
To some, holidays are for sleeping in. To others, holidays are for staying up. In our house, opinions are divided – the parents like to sleep in and the kids like to stay… Continue reading
We took our swimming togs with us to the beach, but we never used them. On the train from Bangalore to Udupi, apropos (as far as I could tell) of nothing, P suddenly… Continue reading
