Ahmedabad: No Women Allowed!

May 4th-6th, 2017 After saying our goodbyes to Yuto, we boarded a night bus to Ahmedabad. We arrived in the morning and despite the air-conditioned bus you could still feel the scorching heat permeating through the windows.  We hurried off the bus and got in a tuk tuk towards our hotel, the business class Ashish … Continue reading Ahmedabad: No Women Allowed!


May 2nd-3rd, 2017 Kumar from Seashore, Ganesh bless his Tamil heart, had booked us our night bus to Aurangabad in central Maharashtra state and we had to leave the cricket match early and rush to the bus station only to find out the bus left over an hour later.  While at the bus station, we … Continue reading Auranga-not-so-bad

Ballin’ in Bollywood

Apr 27th-May 1st, 2017 Our 12-hour night bus from Mapusa to Mumbai was mostly uneventful as far as night buses go, except for the violent stomach pains that Tracy still experienced prior to boarding. Unfortunately, in the morning when we caught a taxi to bring us to Colaba, the southernmost portion of the Mumbai peninsula, … Continue reading Ballin’ in Bollywood

You Really Have to Goa!

Apr 18th-26th, 2017 Gokarna is not far from the border separating Karnataka and Goa, and we would only have to take a short train ride in order to reach our first destination in Goa. As luck would have it, our train showed up an hour and a half late (and super packed) and delayed our whole … Continue reading You Really Have to Goa!

Go Slow in Gokarna

Apr 15th-17th, 2017 The last thing Tracy needed after suffering for one week with India's famed Delhi (Mysore) Belly, were delays and setbacks.  As I had previously mentioned, the only bus running between Mysore and Gokarna was a non-AC sleeper. If on time (and they rarely were), it was scheduled to arrive after 10 hours … Continue reading Go Slow in Gokarna

Sweater Weather

Apr 5th-7th, 2017 After a long and nauseating tuk tuk ride, we arrived at the train station and caught a train headed for Coimbatore, our jumping off point to Udhagamandalam. With a name like that, it is no wonder everyone just refers to it as Ooty.From Coimbatore, there is a rickety uphill government bus, aka … Continue reading Sweater Weather