We were broke and beat up. Six days of constant move. Not exactly the kind of break new parents would hope for, but I knew I’d regret it if we simply lazed in one set of coordinates. Four UNESCO World Heritage Sites ticked, and we were to visit the fifth and last on our list….
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Tiruchirapalli Rock Fort, Tamil Nadu, India: Ending Where It Began
I crossed the street, unfazed by what was becoming a familiar scene of bedlam: Tuktuks hurtling from all directions, sidewalks hosting a welter of portable stalls, cows strolling alongside pedestrians, merchants coming up with the most imaginative ways to lure tourists to their shops, and locals that gape at us until we’re out of their…
Maubara Fort, East Timor: Stories Between The Cracks
On the back of a detour sign was a brightly painted “Salamat po!” (‘thank you’ in Tagalog) which the hubby noticed as he glanced back at the cloud of dust our speeding cab produced. We found two more similar signs along the under-construction highway, an evident indication of the Filipino workers’ presence on this side…
Snapshot Saturday: The Tourist
Crashing a pictorial.We were covered in sweat, panting. Wandering around Sri Lanka’s Galle Fort with our heavy luggage was a terrible idea. I checked my watch. We got an hour left before our train departs for Colombo. On a distant grassy patch of the fort, a bunch of Sri Lankans were having a ball taking…
