Tag: Travel

In Photos: A quick guide to Antwerp, Belgium

As a big fan of handsome heroes slaying monsters, the folklore to the tell the story of how Antwerp got its name appealed to me even more.

The Grote markt in the old town flaunts a stunning fountain of baroque Brabo.  Legend has it that a giant named Antigoon lived close to the river Scheldt. He collected a toll from the boatmen crossing the river and chopped off a hand of those who refused to pay and flung it into the river. Then our hero Silvius Brabo entered the scene, took charge of the situation and severed the monster’s hand and threw it into the river, thus giving Antwerp its name. In Dutch Ant stands for hand and werpen is the verb to throw.

Belgium, Europe, Photo Essays, Wanderlusting

My first impression of Kiel

However, my first impression of Kiel lasted only one night. I went out the next day, I couldn’t believe that there were no smokers on the streets, and then it dawned on me that there were no people on the streets. I could literally count the number of people walking on the streets on the fingers of one hand, perhaps two but not more for sure.

Europe, Germany, Humor, Photo Essays, Wanderlusting

In Photos: Durbar Square before Earthquake

Durbar Square before earthquake reminded me of Florence, it had a tinge of red, yellow, orange, blue and green to it and the place came alive with tourists and locals alike. The temple domes with clear blue sky and snow-capped mountain for a backdrop was its specialty.

Asia, Nepal, Photo Essays, Wanderlusting

The other side of Ooty, Tamil Nadu

I always thought of Ooty as a place only fit for honeymooners: cold, hilly and romantic. “Ooty and me? no way,” used to be my usual response.
When we reached Ooty, I noticed horses thronged this place as much as the tourists. I was convinced that I was not going to regret the trip. I gave all the must visit tourist spots especially the suicide points a miss for another time I might feel suicidal and explored the not so touristy and suicidal side of Ooty.

Asia, India, Wanderlusting

Why are the Himalayas so addictive?

When I talk about trekking in the Himalayas, sometimes people ask me, “What is the point in walking or climbing aimlessly from one point to another, in rugged climate and terrain at that.” I was never able to answer that question. In fact I gave into the idea that it was pointless. During my recent trip to the Himalayas I realized why I was lost for words. Even if I tried, it would be a futile exercise. To express what it feels like to be surrounded by the Himalayas is beyond language.

Asia, India, Photo Essays, Wanderlusting