After a frustrating couple of days in Coimbatore, I hopped onto a state bus onward to Coonoor, the first of three tea-estate towns on my checklist. I didn’t know much ….
New Year’s Eve and a birthday–there’s no denying that there is always a pressure of performance. These two events force me to escape from the city and be my own ….
‘eh…Kazakhstan, you mean? Or Uzbekistan? Where’s Kyrgyz…uh…’ ‘Kyrgyzstan, yes, is in Central Asia. To the left of China and north of Tajikistan, if that helps.’ My idea of paradise is ….
The internet as it stands, weaves a huge maze of information, and at no point does it show any emotion of sensitivity towards the technologically challenged community. Quite simply, the ….
Last month, George Ezra released a new album after a three-year wait, and I was possibly more excited about it than his mother was. I listened to it once, then ….
‘God dammit, here we go again’, comes an imminent fart from a corner of the room. Anyone who’s spent a good hour with me while I hover over the music ….
You can say that climbers suffer the same as the other riders, but they suffer in a different way. You feel the pain, but you’re glad to be there – ….
Life is a highway, and its bloody long. It’s full of twists and turns, so you know some shit’s going to go wrong. ….
Where’s the fire, what’s the hurry about? You better cool it off before you burn it out You got so much to do and only So many hours in a ….
Last November, when I took my bike around Sri Lanka, an arduous journey that left me with serious mental and physical bruises, there was one question I was frequently asked ….