We love the food of Kerala, and it’s so difficult to find any (decent) in Mumbai, so when we first thought of visiting Kerala, our mouths started watering thinking of appams and stew and parota and beef fry. Unfortunately, while the food at Fort Kochi was good, it wasn’t what we’d been dreaming off. Imagine our luck when we got to not only spend time with, but to taste some
This is the first time we’re featuring a resort as a destination, because Kumarakom Lake Resort isn’t a hotel, it really is a destination. Set against the backwaters of Vembanad Lake in Kerala, Kumarakom Lake Resort is a self-contained trip in itself. An hour’s drive from Fort Kochi, we knew we were approaching Kumarakom Lake Resort by the telltale signs for resorts and hotels lining the slim road that went
As our car pulled into a small sandy clearing in a quiet area of Fort Kochi, I felt my breath quieten. What stood before us was a whitewashed wall, with a beautifully polished wooden door. A brass plaque with a crest, affirmed this was the place. Le Colonial. The non-hotel hotel, as Neemrana (the chain) called it. I was most intrigued to find out what that meant. After having stayed
After lugging a 15kg carry on duffel bag (without wheels) through CDG-DEL-BOM (That’s Paris-Delhi-Mumbai) we promised to never overpack again. We’ve made a solemn oath to only carry the essentials, leave room for shopping, or simply do without. Which makes finding the ideal sized bag, or even packing it for that matter, a bit of a task. (But oh, such a relief when you’re walking about the airport hands-free) But
Still stuck in time, this erstwhile trading port, has seen a lot over the years, from the Portuguese to the Dutch and then the British before India’s independence. It’s colonial past, however, haunts it till this day. As you walk down, the buildings, the doorways, the streets and shops bring alive its history. Fort Kochi is a small settlement on the coast and you can walk the entire length and
Thailand. The word brought to me images of a hidden commune on an idyllic beach, where the waters were a shade of undiscovered blue, sands sparkly and fine, like mirrors ground up. After all, that’s where I’d seen Leonardo DiCaprio frolic in “The Beach”. So when we reached Phuket, I was disappointed to say the least. We’d fallen prey to a scam hotel booking company, and then thankfully found a
Paris is undoubtedly a beautiful city. Strolling through the streets, you will enjoy the beautiful Haussmanian buildings and cobbled pavements. From shop windows to people to art to food, everything’s beautiful at eye level. But Paris’ true beauty must be viewed from above. The city knows this, which is why they’ve constructed tall structures at strategic locations, so you can enjoy looking down at the city that looks up. The
Charles has spent a fair amount of time tracking elephants in the wild in Southern India several moons ago. I’ve been faced with one only at a sanctuary as a little child. When I heard about Chiang Mai’s Elephant camps and forest walks, I jumped into it without thinking twice. The fact that I was intending on doing something completely outside of my comfort zone, hit me only too late.
When our Thailand frequenter friends who are foodies told us the street food in Thailand is so good you won’t want to eat in a restaurant, we didn’t believe them. Then we spent 3 days in Bangkok and 1 in Chiang Mai, and we understood what they meant. But that didn’t mean we weren’t curious to find out what a restaurant experience would be like. What would a gourmet Thai meal comprise?
What’s the craziest thing about being travel writers on the road, enjoying the experience, taking it all in? No. It’s not the part where we’re constantly clicking photographs or notes to remember later. Neither is it the crazy bit where we return to our hotels to stay up till the wee hours editing images and writing, researching for the next day or trying to squeeze in a bit of sleep
If you know anything about us yet, you know we love food. All kinds of food. And while the Gourmet Course at the Cordon Bleu Paris wasn’t Charles’ cup of tea and I ended up attending it alone, it was a given that he’d be jumping way more than me at a Thai cooking class. What can I say, the man loves his chillies! We’d eaten a fair bit of