Short comment on living in a big city and arriving into a big city.

My family trip to Lion Country safari and what a totally embarrassing thing I did.

Day 2: Bus Journey via Kathmandu to Pokhara
Day 3: In and Around Pokhara, Nepal

The early morning breezed in some nice aromas of Nepalese Breakfast once I opened the journey windows of the hotel room. But with no time on hand, we dressed and rushed to the hotel entrance to catch a bus to Pokhara City and arrived there within 10 minutes. A huge crowd of locals, students and tourists evaded the sidewalks and rows of buses to different cities lined the busy mid-street. We handed our bags to the hotel attendant who had willfully agreed to drop us to the bus stand. Once our bags were loaded onto the bus and bus tickets checked, we hurried to the near restaurant and treated ourselves to some warm boiled eggs, butter, black curried peas, toast and Nepalese tea. A few minutes later, it was time to board the bus and start our onwards to Pokhara.

Weekend recreation for a day laborer.

A short piece of maximalist Fiction. The style is based on a bit of Faulkner that I read.

Impressions of a trek in the Redwood Forest.

Traveling through Arizona in December is, well, like driving down the mountain. First snow, then lush vegetation, then sparse desert – the scenery is always changing.

A midlife crisis and how I coped.

Thinking of Visiting Russia – Here are some tips.

Poem for tourists.