When it rains in Mandu, it’s magical. The pitter patter, the ever spatter, and the cool…
After lunch, we resumed our tonga ride in Bijapur, traversing the busy bylanes of this heritage…
Mohammad Anwar looked older than the photograph on his guide ID card, pinned to his front…
The moped dragged us across the bumpy terrain of Hampi. Today was our last day in…
It was Day 2 of our Hampi visit. The previous day we had taken the touristy…
By 8 am we had reached Hospet, a sleepy nondescript town, 20 km from Hampi. We…