Our day trip to Badrinath was the perfect array of the elements that make up what it is to travel in India: crowds, opportunistic capitalism, generosity and spirituality.
Were Stan to sweat, we’d see every bead, but he doesn’t because he’s too cool.
If you only have time to do one thing in Singapore, eat. And even if you have time to do something else, you should eat some more.
Bureaucracy can be maddening…especially if you’re in Spain and you only have one last name.
On our first visit to New Delhi Railway Station, we were well-documented on how to buy train tickets and avoid touts. And yet…we got diverted and received a 20-rupee lesson in persuasion and salesmanship.
Our fondest memories from our trips are often of navigating byzantine bus routes, miming our desired destination and generally making a mess of things to get from point A to point B. The Great Wall became one of our stubborn quests. We took our chances that the 919 bus would get us to Badaling…