Sunburn In An English Village

During an intermission in the lockdowns last year, for want of better entertainment, my wife and I moved house, swapping the seaside town we had long inhabited for a quieter place inland. Our new abode is a small bungalow in Verwood. A three-bedroom affair in a street where you could almost hear a leaf fall, […]

The Kannur Connection

On the MacLeods of Scotland and the Malayalees of Kannur

The MacLeods of Scotland have much in common with the Malayalees of Kannur. In fact, they are practically cousins. Think about it for a second. The traditional outfit of the MacLeod man involves a kilt. Malayalees wear mundu, which is pretty much the same thing with some regional adaptation. MacLeods get their pluck and carbs […]

In Search Of Jesus

And did those feet in ancient time, walk upon England’s mountains green?

Thinking of Jesus, I climbed into the ferry at Fowey Town Quay, paid £2.50 to the captain, and set sail for the distant shores of Polruan which loomed out of green waters some 365 metres away.

The Sicilian

Nothing shall stand between Inspector Montalbano and food.

A favourite fictional detective of mine these days is Inspector Salvo Montalbano. He is Sicilian, the creation of Andrea Camilleri.

On Route 66, A Cowboy Rides Into A Dusty Town

The author wishes to assert that all facts in this story are completely true

It was high noon and scorching when I rode into Oatman. “Feed and water him,” I told the boy who came running to take the reins. “Curry him down with the saddle on.”

How The Norwegian Crossed The Road In Nepal 

Mr Brown helps Mr White across a cultural divide 

“It takes courage to cross the street in our part of the world,” Mr Brown said to Mr White. “Not many Westerners have that kind of courage.”

Where All Views Are Stunning And Everyone Knows How To Make Good Pasta

Positano, on the Amalfi coast in Italy, is insanely Instagrammable

Positano is a town best enjoyed with a thick wad of cash, a healthy pair of lungs, and excellent knees.

Ullivadas, Uzhunnuvadas, And Bondas

Ah, the pleasures of teashops in Kerala! 

In the Kerala of my childhood, before my people succumbed to the invasion of ‘cafes’, ‘restaurants’ and ‘bistros’ selling everything from bel puri to kebabs to malayalified Chinese, we of the old ate at chayakkadas (tea shops).

No One Was Roasting Reindeer In Oslo  

But they had tacos — well, sort of 

A guy I know well at work has been selling Norway to me for years. Our conversations often go like this.

So Pigs Have Knuckles

In which the author gets intimate with pork knuckle in Old Town Prague

I had never thought deeply about pork knuckles before I arrived in Prague. I never had to. Do pigs have knuckles? Golly. Do they punch each other?

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