Unsung India

My last night in India. I am spending it in a real dive that is little more than a bed with four walls round it, across a dirty little corri...

I’ve managed to avoid writing about Kutch for a whole week, but now I’m on a 28-hour train journey to Delhi, I really have no excuse to cont...

Before discussing the last couple of days, I think it would not be amiss to round up some recent events in the Indian newspapers. The econom...

The next day (yesterday) I forced myself out of bed at 6am so I could start climbing a mountain before dawn. This was Mount Girnar, a holy m...

After a day and a half in Junagadh, I can say without reservation that on first impressions it is one of the loveliest places I have been to...

Bliss. Sitting on the roof terrace in my hotel in Diu, the formerly Portuguese-controlled island now part of Daman and Diu Union Territory, ...