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Dogs, Mozzies and Celebrity Siblings

Eyes bright. Fingers tensed. Adrenaline surging through a myriad of veins. “NO! Go away! Get out of here!” I swung my bag violently in mid air, my breathing thick and fast, squinting through the drizzling rain. It was 6.30am. The streets of Pai had only just seen the dawn. And I was locked in a […]

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McLeod Ganj India Tibet rock waterfall

How to Reach the Meeting of the Butts: Becoming a Hippy Yogi

“Make friends with your toes! Remember, there is no freedom in conflict! Now, hug the pillar and spread your legs!” Strange words to hear, certainly. Stranger still to hear them echoing around a green roofed circular hut at 7am , surrounded by bricks, bolsters, belts and a group of straining Westerners, all hell-bent on not breaking their […]

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Pushkar India hippies

Haircuts, Hippies and the Pushy Priests of Pushkar

For the last few months, I’ve been steadily realising how much my hair annoys me. During the freezing London winter, it’s always too long, getting stuck underneath scarves or bag straps, turning into a static flyaway mess. It seems to be becoming drier and more foreign when I see it in the mirror – so […]

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Jaisalmer, India: Coloured Powder, Camel Racing & Gandhi’s Watch

Going abroad is great. Within no time, you seem to have forgotten what day it is, and it doesn’t even seem to matter. Time begins to evaporate, and you’ll spend hours in a rooftop cafe, sipping a lassi, listening to the birds chirp and the dogs bark… Unfortunately, the difficulty with this disassociation between you […]

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A Very Indian Birthday

On the morning of my 24th birthday, I awoke to red ants crawling in my toothpaste and a broken toilet seat. I turned over and groaned; after a few days respite, my stomach was making its ridiculous gurgling noises again. A very strange place for a birthday…   Our group of intrepid travellers was in a little village […]

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Chitwan, Chakras and Charcoal

A steaming glass sat in front of me on the kitchen table. I eyed it dubiously. The woman in the chair opposite had just poured a heaped spoonful of black powder into the boiling water, where the majority of it still sat floating happily on the surface. ‘That’s because it’s so light,’ she said, resealing […]

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Whatever the Weather

Having lived in London for most of my life, I’ve never been that enthusiastic about snow. Although the first fall looks picturesque enough, it only takes a few hours of trampling feet and car tyres to turn that lovely whiteness into channels of grey slush. And the accompanying ice, snow’s completely unwelcome cousin, also manages […]

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