Something is going a bit strange this morning. No breakfast in the company of my feathered friends (too early for the cook?), but a strange tasting something in the village. The bus doesn't leave promptly at eight, but is left in the shadows for a full hour. The taxi that is supposed to take me to Dumre stops...
Bandipur - Paradise in the Hills
Today is one of those days that could be called a breather between two storms. It seems fitting to me to start the day with a breakfast on the roof terrace, accompanied by countless bird songs, while looking out over the hills glowing in all shades of green and brown. Like yesterday, the…
Bandipur - The accidental Tourist
It's rare that I stay in the same place for more than a week, and even rarer that I find it so difficult to say goodbye. But the city, although hectic and a tourist trap of the first order, surprised me with its charm and relaxed atmosphere. Farewell without joy And so at 6.15 I eat my...