It’s a free, harmless and apparently endless source of amusement in someone else’s country to spot signs you would be unlikely to see at home. Continue reading
Dribble the ball down the wing, get behind the defence, then slam a pass across the face of goal for the striker to tap in.
I know the tactics from many years as a hockey player. Apparently my elephant does not. Continue reading
The trouble we’ll go to for a genuine ethnic experience!
It’s supposed to be illegal, even in India, to lick opium from a man’s hand. We thrill-seeking rebels did it anyway. Continue reading
I did my best to take original shots of the world’s most photographed building. It isn’t easy. Continue reading
We’re doing this trip in considerable style on the Maharajas Express Heritage of India tour.
To be honest, I didn’t know such luxury trains existed. I assumed that the best available would be First Class, which in India may not mean much other than getting a seat to yourself, with your private cockroach swatter dangling above you.
This train is more like we imagine the Orient Express to have been, in the mythical good old days when extremely rich people could get murdered on it. Continue reading
It’s been a busy few days, and on the Maharajas Express train internet access is often limited, though everything else is there in generous quantities.
But this morning we’re parked at a station long enough for me to load a few pics onto the blog. It’s a fabulous place to have a camera. It’s hard to take a bad shot and there are so many faces with some impressive facial hair… Continue reading