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The rose of my heart is no more. But she won’t be forgotten. She lives on through all the people she taught. She lives on through all the good deeds she has done. Miss you, Momma!

  • Oreshak – Sofia: Love and Hate

    A white socked black cat that pranced across the street Little things to like– Traffic lights with countdowns.– Kittens everywhere.– The smell of jam everywhere we go.– Art. So much of it. Such beauty to behold.– The Illuminati symbol in all churches. Some things I didn’t– That wee bit abruptness.– Being called a Nazi or stupid for choosing to wear a mask. I’m respecting your unvaccinated arses. Maybe I shouldn’t. Names like Pharis and Horizont
    A white socked black cat that pranced across the streetLittle things to like– Traffic lights with countdowns.– Kittens everywhere.– The smell of jam everywhere we go.– Art. So much of it. Such beauty to behold.– The Illuminati symbol in all churches.Some things I didn’t– That wee bit abruptness.– Being called a Nazi or stupid for choosing to wear a mask. I’m respecting your unvaccinated arses. Maybe I shouldn’t.Names like Pharis and Horizont

  • Veliko Tarnovo – Oreshak: History, Art, Jesuits

    A leather bag I love and can use. An early morning walk through history. The best thing is that no one was around. Veliko Tarnovo is such a gorgeous town.  Got the scare of my life when my camera strap gave up and my camera landed lens down. Glad it is still working despite the lens being dented. Driving throught gorgeous mountain trails. The lovely Art hotel. Such art everywhere. The Jesuits of Bulgaria. Troyan Monastery. Seeing so much art and artistry around. Ceramic that we love. More dogs than cats…that’s a first
    A leather bag I love and can use.An early morning walk through history. The best thing is that no one was around. Veliko Tarnovo is such a gorgeous town. Got the scare of my life when my camera strap gave up and my camera landed lens down. Glad it is still working despite the lens being dented.Driving throught gorgeous mountain trails.The lovely Art hotel. Such art everywhere.The Jesuits of Bulgaria. Troyan Monastery.Seeing so much art and artistry around. Ceramic that we love.More dogs than cats…that’s a first

  • Tryanva – Veliko Tarnovo

    Waze taking us through crazy old old town. Tiny roads that made me think we would be stuck there forever.  A lovely lunch in a lovely little restaurant A wine tasting session while strolling the streets. Such windy, lovely roads.  Dinner … hmmm… A panoramic view of the town. Sharing the hotel with the president and his entourage.  Sound and light show. Moving. Such lovely imagery. Would have loved to see it end with fireworks. Love when we end up in the right place at the right time without knowing that we are in time for a big event. 
    Waze taking us through crazy old old town. Tiny roads that made me think we would be stuck there forever. A lovely lunch in a lovely little restaurantA wine tasting session while strolling the streets. Such windy, lovely roads. Dinner … hmmm…A panoramic view of the town.Sharing the hotel with the president and his entourage. Sound and light show. Moving. Such lovely imagery. Would have loved to see it end with fireworks. Love when we end up in the right place at the right time without knowing that we are in time for a big event. 

  • Tryanva – Etara – Tryanva

    A chilly morning in the middle of the woods … and what awaits us is the artesian village of Etara. The lovely little village of Etara where culture is kept alive. Such places should be created everywhere. Met so many wonderful artists. Learned to dye wool with natural products. Made a few samples too.She crocheted me a bracelet too and even switched on the machines to make rope use in garments. An apple. Such a simple gesture. Such a lovely gift. Given that these people don’t have much, I’m always moved by their generosity. Silver work. A weaver that only used goat hair. Gorgeous. Finding out the history of the little mountain villages. Getting a different view on communism. Asked for a cooking class with a local family. They were strange about the COVID precautions we took, but after the initial crisis, they took a shine to us. Cooking with homegrown products. Such a difference in taste. A veritable feast. An evening with a little star ‘strellina’. Such a pretty baby. Driving through unlit crazy mountain roads.
    A chilly morning in the middle of the woods … and what awaits us is the artesian village of Etara.The lovely little village of Etara where culture is kept alive. Such places should be created everywhere. Met so many wonderful artists.Learned to dye wool with natural products. Made a few samples too.She crocheted me a bracelet too and even switched on the machines to make rope use in garments.An apple. Such a simple gesture. Such a lovely gift. Given that these people don’t have much, I’m always moved by their generosity.Silver work.A weaver that only used goat hair. Gorgeous.Finding out the history of the little mountain villages.Getting a different view on communism.Asked for a cooking class with a local family. They were strange about the COVID precautions we took, but after the initial crisis, they took a shine to us. Cooking with homegrown products. Such a difference in taste. A veritable feast.An evening with a little star ‘strellina’. Such a pretty baby.Driving through unlit crazy mountain roads.

  • Tryanva – Tryanva: So much to love

    Caves inhabited by the Neanderthals A camel, llama, goat, donkey, ram and other animals at lunch Vegetarian dishes winning all the way. Potato croquetas with mushroom, yoghurt and pumpkin seeds. Texture, taste, experience … win. A house made by teacher and student. The student won and won the girl too. Carved daisies in the ceilings for her. A thundershower that had me in it’s thrall. Hearing just the right words when I realised I messed up my limerick shawl.
    Caves inhabited by the NeanderthalsA camel, llama, goat, donkey, ram and other animals at lunchVegetarian dishes winning all the way. Potato croquetas with mushroom, yoghurt and pumpkin seeds. Texture, taste, experience … win.A house made by teacher and student. The student won and won the girl too. Carved daisies in the ceilings for her.A thundershower that had me in it’s thrall.Hearing just the right words when I realised I messed up my limerick shawl.

  • Sozopol – Kazanlak (Vally of the Roses) – Shipka – Tryanva

    A windy, wet start to the day. Water against the rocks creating such drama. Stopping for a coffee and meeting 2 little girls and their mum. Beautiful blue and hazel eyes. They also introduced us to their 3 little kittens. Such joy. The little girl with wool acting as tresses in her hair just so that she could have the same hairstyle as her elder sister. Knitting in the car. A first and such a useful use of my time on boring highways. The rose museum. Getting over my apprehension of the ittar smell I associated with Roses. Rose Oil is gorgeous. Even the sanitiser had it and it had smelling my fingers for hours. Guns and Roses. Two of the products of the valley. The story had me in stitches.  A 3 BC tomb. Medusa and other carvings adorned the walls.  A gorgeous drive in the mountains. A chance to try new techniques and blur. Feeling proud of my compositional skills. See a huge leap forward from my spray and pray methodology. This sparked an idea for a project. Life’s a blur. Communism ain’t pretty. Blocks of apartments now abandoned and unused.  A city in the valley. Beautiful cobbled street and pink clouds that dotted the skyline. A hungry little kitten who only wanted veal.
    A windy, wet start to the day. Water against the rocks creating such drama.Stopping for a coffee and meeting 2 little girls and their mum. Beautiful blue and hazel eyes.They also introduced us to their 3 little kittens. Such joy.The little girl with wool acting as tresses in her hair just so that she could have the same hairstyle as her elder sister.Knitting in the car. A first and such a useful use of my time on boring highways.The rose museum. Getting over my apprehension of the ittar smell I associated with Roses. Rose Oil is gorgeous. Even the sanitiser had it and it had smelling my fingers for hours.Guns and Roses. Two of the products of the valley. The story had me in stitches. A 3 BC tomb. Medusa and other carvings adorned the walls. A gorgeous drive in the mountains. A chance to try new techniques and blur.Feeling proud of my compositional skills. See a huge leap forward from my spray and pray methodology. This sparked an idea for a project. Life’s a blur.Communism ain’t pretty. Blocks of apartments now abandoned and unused. A city in the valley. Beautiful cobbled street and pink clouds that dotted the skyline.A hungry little kitten who only wanted veal.

  • Sozopol – Veleka – Sozopol

    Veleka River. Quiet, Gentle, Beautiful. Unfortunately the boat trip didn’t pan out and kayaking was out of the question, but I still loved the time spent on the river’s edge.  The gorgeous beach of Veleka. Quiet, Gentle, Beautiful. The feeling of cold, salty water buffeting me. Witnessing a beach wedding. A snake on the windscreen. A drive through such crazy roads. I don’t think we took the easiest way, but how I love these off road adventures.  A castle built in 1996. Like all instagrammers… Fake! But there be dragons!  The best pizza in Solopoz. He wasn’t kidding. Definitely the town’s best!  Finally getting a taste of the famous green fig jam. Rain. Torrents of it. The entire atmosphere is charged.
    Veleka River. Quiet, Gentle, Beautiful. Unfortunately the boat trip didn’t pan out and kayaking was out of the question, but I still loved the time spent on the river’s edge. The gorgeous beach of Veleka. Quiet, Gentle, Beautiful.The feeling of cold, salty water buffeting me.Witnessing a beach wedding.A snake on the windscreen.A drive through such crazy roads. I don’t think we took the easiest way, but how I love these off road adventures. A castle built in 1996. Like all instagrammers… Fake! But there be dragons! The best pizza in Solopoz. He wasn’t kidding. Definitely the town’s best! Finally getting a taste of the famous green fig jam.Rain. Torrents of it. The entire atmosphere is charged.

  • Nessebar – Sozopol: Care, Gourmet, Kittens

    Old town beauties. Love when an effort is made to restore old glory. Found perfect gifts… none to sell them though. Eggs… those huge, red eggs… what were they? Pity I couldn’t find anyone to ask. I think they had something to do with Easter.  A gorgeous town. Sotzopol. Little kittens all over town. A waitress who did her best to communicate. A gorgeous view from the hotel window. Live music and great food. One of the best desserts Bulgaria has offered up. Rose mousse on a base of chocolate soil. Knitting to the sound of waves lashing against the rocks.
    Old town beauties. Love when an effort is made to restore old glory.Found perfect gifts… none to sell them though.Eggs… those huge, red eggs… what were they? Pity I couldn’t find anyone to ask. I think they had something to do with Easter. A gorgeous town. Sotzopol.Little kittens all over town.A waitress who did her best to communicate.A gorgeous view from the hotel window.Live music and great food.One of the best desserts Bulgaria has offered up. Rose mousse on a base of chocolate soil.Knitting to the sound of waves lashing against the rocks.

  • Plovdiv – Black Sea Coast – Nessebar: Sea, Lady, Simple

    A beautiful old town. I could walk it forever. Fairy lights, sea breeze and the smell of food being barbecued A beautiful sunset Watching the city lights reflecting in the water from the terraza of the room Surprising an old lady by showing up to buy her fibreart. She only took cash and I had none on me. She assumed I was faking it when I told her that I’ll be back.  Gorgeous ruins The sound of the sea while knitting under the stars. Some of the simplest pleasures of life! 
    A beautiful old town. I could walk it forever.Fairy lights, sea breeze and the smell of food being barbecuedA beautiful sunsetWatching the city lights reflecting in the water from the terraza of the roomSurprising an old lady by showing up to buy her fibreart. She only took cash and I had none on me. She assumed I was faking it when I told her that I’ll be back. Gorgeous ruinsThe sound of the sea while knitting under the stars. Some of the simplest pleasures of life! 

  • Plovdiv: History, Colour, Art

    A slow start to the day. More places to explore. Seeing so many beautiful places. Bulgaria’s history, Ottoman’s tyranny. So much we don’t know. Abstract art that won me over. Gorgeous use of colour that filled my head with ideas. Love that there is so much art everywhere!  People willing to explain things to the tourists. An artist who blew my mind. k.art.inna on instagram. So glad to have a tee from her.  Easily the best waiting staff we’ve had in Bulgaria. Wool shopping ….. 3 bags full. First feather done. Sparkly nails. Wine and Terry Pratchett. 
    A slow start to the day.More places to explore.Seeing so many beautiful places.Bulgaria’s history, Ottoman’s tyranny. So much we don’t know.Abstract art that won me over.Gorgeous use of colour that filled my head with ideas. Love that there is so much art everywhere! People willing to explain things to the tourists.An artist who blew my mind. k.art.inna on instagram. So glad to have a tee from her. Easily the best waiting staff we’ve had in Bulgaria.Wool shopping ….. 3 bags full.First feather done.Sparkly nails.Wine and Terry Pratchett. 

  • Plovdiv: History, Felt, Life

    The owner who introduced himself and was kindness personified. A 2000 year old theatre. Being surrounded by history. Wool shopping. The other receptionist making us welcome. Lunch guests. Three little kittens. A felting crash course and a great purchase. The girl was so helpful. A town that seemed sleepy during the day, came to life in an unexpected way. Such a joy. Fairy lights reflected in a wine glass Abstract photography.
    The owner who introduced himself and was kindness personified.A 2000 year old theatre. Being surrounded by history.Wool shopping.The other receptionist making us welcome.Lunch guests. Three little kittens.A felting crash course and a great purchase. The girl was so helpful.A town that seemed sleepy during the day, came to life in an unexpected way. Such a joy.Fairy lights reflected in a wine glassAbstract photography.

  • Separeva Bana – Rila lakes – Plovdiv: Beauty, Adventure, Awe

    A drive through the most picturesque mountains to get to the cable car. My First cable lift. Loved it. When it went on and on and on, I felt like it was never going to end…. geez. The beautiful lakes of Rila. Absolutely breathtaking!  An overambitious hike in the wrong kind of shoes. So many lessons and leisions from a singe 5 hour walk through the mountains. But the photos … OMG! Helping two Belgians make the right trekking choices. It was getting dark, a little drizzle made the path treacherous. So glad we could convince the couple not to take the risk.  Finishing the hike. Despite the looks. Despite the wrong attire. Despite the numerous stops for photos. Cleavage to indicate the womens’s bathroom. A bowtie for the men…. I don’t fit into either box. A chatty receptionist, helpful and a sight for sore eyes. I really like people who dress up on a regular basis. A quiet town with much promise. Tired feet. Happy heart.
    A drive through the most picturesque mountains to get to the cable car. My First cable lift. Loved it. When it went on and on and on, I felt like it was never going to end…. geez. The beautiful lakes of Rila. Absolutely breathtaking!  An overambitious hike in the wrong kind of shoes. So many lessons and leisions from a singe 5 hour walk through the mountains. But the photos … OMG! Helping two Belgians make the right trekking choices. It was getting dark, a little drizzle made the path treacherous. So glad we could convince the couple not to take the risk.  Finishing the hike. Despite the looks. Despite the wrong attire. Despite the numerous stops for photos. Cleavage to indicate the womens’s bathroom. A bowtie for the men…. I don’t fit into either box. A chatty receptionist, helpful and a sight for sore eyes. I really like people who dress up on a regular basis. A quiet town with much promise. Tired feet. Happy heart.

  • Sofia – Stob – Rila – Separeva Bana

    A rode diverged in the woods and we ended up on a 30 minute hike. The pyramids of Stob were calling. Tired, dehydrated, it took all my will to get up there. Loved it. The gorgeous, overfilled monastery of Rila. The faith of the people. The reverence. The murmurred prayers. Little kids running around and saying hello with shy smiles. A geyser that disappointed after the Icelandic Geiser. The earliest dinner we’ve ever had. For the first time reviews didn’t let us down. Everything was amazingly tasty. Young girls waiting on their dates rushing to open the door on hearing our car. Never has a wrong turn brought me so much delight. Sunset … What a joy to behold.
    A rode diverged in the woods and we ended up on a 30 minute hike. The pyramids of Stob were calling. Tired, dehydrated, it took all my will to get up there. Loved it. The gorgeous, overfilled monastery of Rila. The faith of the people. The reverence. The murmurred prayers. Little kids running around and saying hello with shy smiles. A geyser that disappointed after the Icelandic Geiser. The earliest dinner we’ve ever had. For the first time reviews didn’t let us down. Everything was amazingly tasty. Young girls waiting on their dates rushing to open the door on hearing our car. Never has a wrong turn brought me so much delight. Sunset … What a joy to behold.

  • Sofia: History abounds

    Being in the midst of artefacts from the 3rd century. Old stuff was all around and it teemed with history and so much beauty.  State vs church.  Walking until our feet refused to move. Spanish in Bulgaria… the siesta has to be used. Paying to shoot in an Orthodox church. Just in time to witness a baptism… the cutting of hair, the mini procession. the singing. the camaraderie between priest and kid. The smiling kid that changed from clothes to towel to white vestments. The relationship between priest and family. So genuine. So touching. Cancelling a reservation on finding a chatty waiter. Charming city. Charming people.
    Being in the midst of artefacts from the 3rd century. Old stuff was all around and it teemed with history and so much beauty. State vs church. Walking until our feet refused to move. Spanish in Bulgaria… the siesta has to be used. Paying to shoot in an Orthodox church. Just in time to witness a baptism… the cutting of hair, the mini procession. the singing. the camaraderie between priest and kid. The smiling kid that changed from clothes to towel to white vestments. The relationship between priest and family. So genuine. So touching. Cancelling a reservation on finding a chatty waiter. Charming city. Charming people.

  • Madrid – Sofia: Sights, Sounds, Surprising

    Just as we left, I saw a Magnolia bud on the little tree at the entrance. Such joy. At Madrid, I came across the nicest airport and security personnel. One even carrying my cameras to a table for me to stop stressing about getting it all in without holding the line up. Madrid you surprise me. Just after the pandemic, there weren’t many people flying out and the attitude of the personnel was way different from pre-pandemic days. The most spectacular take off with “The Simpsons” like clouds … A promising entry into Sofia … a bit too fast, but phew… First time using a bellhop. Love that some old traditions remain.  A talkative receptionist.  Food that was just an explosion of flavour. A very strong reminiscence of it’s Arabic influences. Berkovska liutivka. Lights … lots and lots of fairy lights. (some in the shape of beer jugs). The whole main street lights up in the evening. Gorgeous view from the hotel. A chauffeur wishing that Bulgaria gets on par with other European city. I’ve sampled those cities… keep your uniqueness. It’s amazing.
    Just as we left, I saw a Magnolia bud on the little tree at the entrance. Such joy.At Madrid, I came across the nicest airport and security personnel. One even carrying my cameras to a table for me to stop stressing about getting it all in without holding the line up. Madrid you surprise me. Just after the pandemic, there weren’t many people flying out and the attitude of the personnel was way different from pre-pandemic days. The most spectacular take off with “The Simpsons” like clouds … A promising entry into Sofia … a bit too fast, but phew… First time using a bellhop. Love that some old traditions remain.  A talkative receptionist.  Food that was just an explosion of flavour. A very strong reminiscence of it’s Arabic influences. Berkovska liutivka. Lights … lots and lots of fairy lights. (some in the shape of beer jugs). The whole main street lights up in the evening. Gorgeous view from the hotel. A chauffeur wishing that Bulgaria gets on par with other European city. I’ve sampled those cities… keep your uniqueness. It’s amazing.

  • Nothing compares

    Just because I haven’t written in a long time, doesn’t mean I haven’t forgotten you ma. I miss you. Each day. The only solace I find is in becoming more like you as time passes. Being the one family turns to for comfort. Being the one they ask for for prayers. I’m not you mum. My faith isn’t strong enough for me. How will it carry others along? I do try me best though. I never will be as wonderful as you. I had you to hold on to. To pray for me. To guide me. Now I’m just lost. I miss you momma. No one will ever understand how much.
    Just because I haven’t written in a long time, doesn’t mean I haven’t forgotten you ma. I miss you. Each day. The only solace I find is in becoming more like you as time passes. Being the one family turns to for comfort. Being the one they ask for…
    Just because I haven’t written in a long time, doesn’t mean I haven’t forgotten you ma.I miss you. Each day.The only solace I find is in becoming more like you as time passes. Being the one family turns to for comfort. Being the one they ask for for prayers.I’m not you mum. My faith isn’t strong enough for me. How will it carry others along? I do try me best though. I never will be as wonderful as you.I had you to hold on to. To pray for me. To guide me.Now I’m just lost.I miss you momma. No one will ever understand how much.

  • Flowers for mum

    Lots of flowers in the garden. Absolute beauties too. Plucked them for you ma. How I wish I could give them to you myself, instead. Miss you mum. Everything about this season reminds me of you. Everything about everything, reminds me of you.
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    Lots of flowers in the garden. Absolute beauties too. Plucked them for you ma. How I wish I could give them to you myself, instead. Miss you mum. Everything about this season reminds me of you. Everything about everything, reminds me of you.
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  • 2020

  • 2 years

    2 years today. I’ve hated the moments leading to it. Hated the actual moment. And hated every moment since. Whoever said it gets easier didn’t really know what they were talking about! I miss you ma. I asked for a mass in your name. It offended me when at the last min it was Fr M instead of Fr R. (Yes, I still get upset about little things.) But he began mass with … Fr R told me to read this… and he read such a beautiful, touching tribute to you. He didn’t call it your death anniversary. He called it the anniversary of the day you stepped into eternal life. And suddenly I found myself smiling through my tears. New life. A life with no pain or sorrow. I so fervently hope that your version of heaven is reality now. I hope you are free of pain and care. I hope you are happy, ma! I love you. I hope we will be together soon.    
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    2 years today. I’ve hated the moments leading to it. Hated the actual moment. And hated every moment since. Whoever said it gets easier didn’t really know what they were talking about! I miss you ma. I asked for a mass in your name. It offended me…
    2 years today. I’ve hated the moments leading to it. Hated the actual moment. And hated every moment since. Whoever said it gets easier didn’t really know what they were talking about! I miss you ma. I asked for a mass in your name. It offended me when at the last min it was Fr M instead of Fr R. (Yes, I still get upset about little things.) But he began mass with … Fr R told me to read this… and he read such a beautiful, touching tribute to you. He didn’t call it your death anniversary. He called it the anniversary of the day you stepped into eternal life. And suddenly I found myself smiling through my tears. New life. A life with no pain or sorrow. I so fervently hope that your version of heaven is reality now. I hope you are free of pain and care. I hope you are happy, ma! I love you. I hope we will be together soon.    
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  • Decoration

    I thought last year would have been the worst. I remember taking out the crib statues for a Christmas that wasn’t going to be like any Christmas we knew. It was difficult. But I was surrounded by people who loved you. Surrounded by people who knew and understood exactly how difficult it was to even be in the same house that was once filled with your joyful spirit. I thought I had lived through the worst. I was wrong. This advent I tried to being a little light and cheer into this cold house. Even a brightly burning fire in the fireplace didn’t help. Never have I felt so alone or so unloved. I miss you ma. 
    I thought last year would have been the worst. I remember taking out the crib statues for a Christmas that wasn’t going to be like any Christmas we knew. It was difficult. But I was surrounded by people who loved you. Surrounded by people who knew and understood exactly how difficult it was to even be in the same house that was once filled with your joyful spirit. I thought I had lived through the worst. I was wrong.This advent I tried to being a little light and cheer into this cold house. Even a brightly burning fire in the fireplace didn’t help.Never have I felt so alone or so unloved. I miss you ma. 

  • Street & Blur

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    Going up in flames
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    Here, the Eiffel stands radiant, veiled by spectral bokeh. Was Paris ever so electric as those fleeting nights? I think not; the city glowed brightest when we wandered its streets, strangers no longer.
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    Here, the Eiffel stands radiant, veiled by spectral bokeh. Was Paris ever so electric as those fleeting nights? I think not; the city glowed brightest when we wandered its streets, strangers no longer.

  • Dahlia

    The Dahlias are blooming again. Beautiful, fresh and breathtaking. Today they adorned your sanctuary. How I wish it could have been you posing with them in your hands instead. Miss you, mommy!
    The Dahlias are blooming again. Beautiful, fresh and breathtaking. Today they adorned your sanctuary. How I wish it could have been you posing with them in your hands instead. Miss you, mommy!
    The Dahlias are blooming again. Beautiful, fresh and breathtaking. Today they adorned your sanctuary. How I wish it could have been you posing with them in your hands instead. Miss you, mommy!

  • Travel Photography

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    The cliffs of Moher. Burren region in County Clare, Ireland
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    Giant’s causeway, Ireland
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    Stephen’s Green, Ireland
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    The cliffs of Moher, Burren region in County Clare, Ireland
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    The cliffs of Moher, Burren region in County Clare, Ireland
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    The cliffs of Moher. Burren region in County Clare, Ireland
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    Giant's causeway, Ireland
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    Stephen's Green, Ireland
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    The cliffs of Moher, Burren region in County Clare, Ireland
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    The cliffs of Moher, Burren region in County Clare, Ireland

  • Stars

    I woke up at dawn and watched the skies go from grey to indigo. Up there in the sky was a shining light. Big, bright and beautiful. As the sun made it’s way over the horizon… the light from the star grew dimmer until I could only vaguely guess the position of the star. It didn’t mean it was no longer there. It just meant that I could no longer see it with my naked eyes. That’s so much like grief. The other day a friend mentioned that I’ve been strong and gotten over your loss, ma. She didn’t realise that all she was doing was trying to see that star in bright daylight. But my life without you is just darkness. Though the world only catches a glimpse of my grief on dark nights, that gaping hole in my heart and soul always exists. The emptiness of merely existing instead of living. That unanchored boat in a storm feeling. I’m glad I’m catholic, it gives me hope. It gives me hope of being reunited with you once more. It gives me solace to imagine you in your white shining robes, singing in your wonderful, unique voice. One day, I’ll be able to hold your hand once more and walk around the streets of heaven. I hope it will be soon, ma!I miss you.
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    I woke up at dawn and watched the skies go from grey to indigo. Up there in the sky was a shining light. Big, bright and beautiful. As the sun made it’s way over the horizon… the light from the star grew…
    I woke up at dawn and watched the skies go from grey to indigo. Up there in the sky was a shining light. Big, bright and beautiful. As the sun made it’s way over the horizon… the light from the star grew dimmer until I could only vaguely guess the position of the star. It didn’t mean it was no longer there. It just meant that I could no longer see it with my naked eyes. That’s so much like grief. The other day a friend mentioned that I’ve been strong and gotten over your loss, ma. She didn’t realise that all she was doing was trying to see that star in bright daylight. But my life without you is just darkness. Though the world only catches a glimpse of my grief on dark nights, that gaping hole in my heart and soul always exists. The emptiness of merely existing instead of living. That unanchored boat in a storm feeling. I’m glad I’m catholic, it gives me hope. It gives me hope of being reunited with you once more. It gives me solace to imagine you in your white shining robes, singing in your wonderful, unique voice. One day, I’ll be able to hold your hand once more and walk around the streets of heaven. I hope it will be soon, ma!I miss you.
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  • Miss you ma

    another 27th … miss you so much, ma!  
    another 27th … miss you so much, ma! 

  • A rose for my Rose!

    A rose for my Rose!

    Another 27th. Another month down. It’s not that I only miss you on 27ths though.
    The good thing about working from home is a chance to walk around the garden after lunch and stumble across a perfect rose.
    It bloomed just for you.
     
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    A rose for my Rose!

    Another 27th. Another month down. It’s not that I only miss you on 27ths though.
    The good thing about working from home is a chance to walk around the garden after lunch and stumble across a perfect rose.
    It bloomed just for you.
     
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  • Wish you could see them

    I started a new flowerbed momma. I hoed the ground, rid it of weeds, mixed in manure, bought a bunch of flowers and made sure they were planted that very evening.It’s just their second day, but they smile up at me. And with each heave of the hoe, with each sod i upturned, with the hard work, sweat and love that went into that flowerbed, I thought of you, my dear momma! I said a prayer. I asked for help. I begged that you would approve of my little flowerbed!
    I started a new flowerbed momma. I hoed the ground, rid it of weeds, mixed in manure, bought a bunch of flowers and made sure they were planted that very evening.It’s just their second day, but they smile up at me. And with each heave of the hoe, with each sod i upturned, with the hard work, sweat and love that went into that flowerbed, I thought of you, my dear momma! I said a prayer. I asked for help. I begged that you would approve of my little flowerbed!

  • Your spirit

    I went for a very long walk, ma. The clouds sweeping away and the sun shining through was an invitation for to do something different. All through the walk through meadows filled with flowers, all I could think of is how much you’d…

  • Mother’s day

    Mother’s day without a mother. Nothing hurts as much. Miss you, mommy! I wish I sent you all those flowers while you were still around to enjoy them. I wish you saw how much I love you. I miss you,…

  • You knew it better than most

    I heard this version of “Everybody Hurts” today ma… It had me in tears. You would have sung it just the same … cause you’ve seen more than your fair share of pain. Given more than your fair share of…
  • 2019

  • Not a trip

    People have been telling me to enjoy my trip. Enjoy it. Like that’s a possibility without you ma. I smiled politely at their comments. I cringed inwardly. They have no clue how difficult this is. I opened the drawer where I stored stuff I…

  • Heaven grows richer

    I went to another funeral mass today, ma. Yes. One more. I met his wife earlier this year. She didn’t know me, but when she heard that you were gone, she gave me the tightest of hugs and her eyes filled with tears although she spoke words…

  • Little things

    A new haircut. Dressing up. Looking great. Feeling gorgeous. Snapping a selfie to send it to you. Remembering you are not there. I miss you, mommy.

  • It’s those little things…

    Seeing roses in my office garden, rushing to take pics to send to you, and realising… Telling myself mum would love that, I should tell her about it, then recalling… Publishing a photo I’m proud of, checking and rechedking for a comment that will no longer appear… a comment…

  • Tribute

    Mum loved to dress up. She’d pleat her sarees to perfection and wear pearls or gold. And yes, her trademark brooch. Today, as we celebrated her around the world, we did so too. We dressed in what could be called our Sunday best!

  • 40 and counting

    Traditionally we celebrate the 40th day of someone’s passing. Today marks the 40th day since mum joined the heavenly choir.  Not being there in person to complete this last ritual is a heartbreaking choice a child is asked to make. Not being…

  • Futility

    The futility of it all.  That’s all I could think of while eulogy after eulogy poured forth. Tears, sadness, guilt, remorse …  After her retirement mum found it very difficult to adjust to not having much to do. 39 years in the same…

  • Happy birthday, Rose

    Happy birthday, my rose. You loved being wished at 00:00 hours. You loved receiving flowers. You loved being sung to. You loved being the centre of attention, especially on your big day. I hope you get the message, that you are always the centre of attention.I can imagine…

  • When life as you know it ceases to exist!

    I’ve always been a believer in ‘ask the universe for what you want and you’ll get it’. I asked. One thing I’ve always asked for was that moment when “life as I know it ceases to exist”. I expected it to be positive. After all, in the…
  • 2016

  • Kirkjubæjarklaustur: Lessons, Memories, just another day in Iceland

    The not so fun part of camping – sharing! But we got through it without a hitch 
    Laufskálavarđa
    Laufskálavarđa
    . Leaving the camp, we realized that Geysir was right the next turn. Excited and rejuvenated by the nap on cold, wet ground, we rushed from geyser to geyser, waiting for it to blow, squealing like little girls when it did. We did of course laugh at the few hundred people who had to touch the water to see if it really was 80-100º.  The glorious vistas from the viewpoint and the amazing morning air soon got us over our camping memories and we were rushing to make some new ones.After the trial and error of the previous day, we decided to stick to the guide that we initially intended following. On the way, Hella called for a short break and a tank refill. We even crossed some hard core tourists on our route, ones who tour on cycle. Found probably the “only” Ethiopian restaurant in Iceland. Met up with several horses and cows. And ran into our first Foss.  Foss, now that’s the Icelandic term for waterfall (that’s the conclusion I came to), so anything ending with foss is most likely pointing to a waterfall 
    Laufskálavarđa
    Laufskálavarđa
    . Not that there is a dearth of them, but there are a few which are so exceptionally beautiful, that even the Icelanders recommend them.  The first we visited was Seljalandsfoss, one of the best known waterfalls in Iceland. “Seljalandsfoss is located in the South Region in Iceland right by Route 1 (Iceland) and the road that leads to Þórsmörk Road 249. The waterfall is one of the most popular waterfalls and natural wonders in Iceland. The waterfall drops 60 meters and is part of the river Seljalands-river that has its origin in the volcano glacier Eyjafjallajökull. One of the interesting things about this waterfall is the fact that visitors can walk behind it into a small cave.” “The Skógafoss is one of the biggest waterfalls in the country with a width of 25 metres (82 feet) and a drop of 60 m (200 ft). Due to the amount of spray the waterfall consistently produces, a single or double rainbow is normally visible on sunny days (pity we landed there on a cloudy day) 
    Laufskálavarđa
    Laufskálavarđa
    . According to legend, the first Viking settler in the area, Þrasi Þórólfsson, buried a treasure in a cave behind the waterfall. The legend continues that locals found the chest years later, but were only able to grasp the ring on the side of the chest before it disappeared again. The ring was allegedly given to the local church. The old church door ring is now in a museum, though whether it gives any credence to the folklore is debatable.” We set off from the waterfalls in search of the wrecked plane, but the GPS indicated something, however the sights did not coincide. Giving up on it we drove on through some gorgeous scenery. Breathtaking routes – no one can prepare you for them, because no one ever talks about it in any of their guides, even the main highway, is a weak attempt of humans trying to stamp their presence on untamable lands.  From there to the peak of Dyrhólaey Natural Reserve, to take in the birds, the lighthouse, the landscape and just scrape our jaws off the ground 
    Laufskálavarđa - the story
    Laufskálavarđa – the story
    . “To the north is to be seen the big glacier Mýrdalsjökull. To the east, the black lava columns of the Reynisdrangar come out of the sea, and to the west the whole coastline in the direction of Selfoss is visible – depending on weather conditions. In front of the peninsula, there is a gigantic black arch of lava standing in the sea, which gave the peninsula its name (meaning: the hill-island with the door-hole).” We took in the black sand beaches and the rocks of Reynisfjara and Reynisdrangar from the peak as there were just too many people stomping around. Then to the car and the rally race roads downhill until the ring road.  We found what was once a cloister, and then a little farm – Laufskálavarđa that was destroyed in volcano, a friend of the family erected a cairn there to help his old companion in his journey forward. Now all visitors are encouraged to add stones to the piles of rock. Stones were brought in especially to help people with it 
    Dyrhólaey Natural Reserve
    Dyrhólaey Natural Reserve
    .  Passing through Vík we drove on until we reached the unpronounceable, but easily navigable Kirkjubæjarklaustur and called it a day.  Camp time again. This one was beside a gorgeous cliff face, bathed in sun, the meadow beckoned to be camped in. We obliged. Each camp has it’s little thing, some are horrible stopovers that are conveniently situated and know they will get traffic. This one, although conveniently situated, was not one of them. We found us a space in the kitchen and were soon making plans for the rest of the trip when we were joined by an Englishman. An English cyclotourist to be specific. He was in Iceland for a month and blatantly overhearing our conversation started asking us about places we are visiting. He suggested Laki. Would we listen? Would we not? Late night is not the time to decide, so off we went to our cold sleeping bags.  Moral: There are guides aplenty on the internet, but just remember you aren’t a billionaire, yet. In retrospect, anyone who suggests hotels and a helicopter trip as a regular visit has either a) unlimited resources or b) been saving for this trip for forever. We aren’t them. Good thing we had Plan B. 
    The not so fun part of camping – sharing! But we got through it without a hitch 
    Laufskálavarđa
    Laufskálavarđa
    . Leaving the camp, we realized that Geysir was right the next turn. Excited and rejuvenated by the nap on cold, wet ground, we rushed from geyser to geyser, waiting for it to blow, squealing like little girls when it did. We did of course laugh at the few hundred people who had to touch the water to see if it really was 80-100º.  The glorious vistas from the viewpoint and the amazing morning air soon got us over our camping memories and we were rushing to make some new ones.After the trial and error of the previous day, we decided to stick to the guide that we initially intended following. On the way, Hella called for a short break and a tank refill. We even crossed some hard core tourists on our route, ones who tour on cycle. Found probably the “only” Ethiopian restaurant in Iceland. Met up with several horses and cows. And ran into our first Foss. Foss, now that’s the Icelandic term for waterfall (that’s the conclusion I came to), so anything ending with foss is most likely pointing to a waterfall 
    Laufskálavarđa
    Laufskálavarđa
    . Not that there is a dearth of them, but there are a few which are so exceptionally beautiful, that even the Icelanders recommend them. The first we visited was Seljalandsfoss, one of the best known waterfalls in Iceland. “Seljalandsfoss is located in the South Region in Iceland right by Route 1 (Iceland) and the road that leads to Þórsmörk Road 249. The waterfall is one of the most popular waterfalls and natural wonders in Iceland. The waterfall drops 60 meters and is part of the river Seljalands-river that has its origin in the volcano glacier Eyjafjallajökull. One of the interesting things about this waterfall is the fact that visitors can walk behind it into a small cave.”“The Skógafoss is one of the biggest waterfalls in the country with a width of 25 metres (82 feet) and a drop of 60 m (200 ft). Due to the amount of spray the waterfall consistently produces, a single or double rainbow is normally visible on sunny days (pity we landed there on a cloudy day) 
    Laufskálavarđa
    Laufskálavarđa
    . According to legend, the first Viking settler in the area, Þrasi Þórólfsson, buried a treasure in a cave behind the waterfall. The legend continues that locals found the chest years later, but were only able to grasp the ring on the side of the chest before it disappeared again. The ring was allegedly given to the local church. The old church door ring is now in a museum, though whether it gives any credence to the folklore is debatable.”We set off from the waterfalls in search of the wrecked plane, but the GPS indicated something, however the sights did not coincide. Giving up on it we drove on through some gorgeous scenery. Breathtaking routes – no one can prepare you for them, because no one ever talks about it in any of their guides, even the main highway, is a weak attempt of humans trying to stamp their presence on untamable lands. From there to the peak of Dyrhólaey Natural Reserve, to take in the birds, the lighthouse, the landscape and just scrape our jaws off the ground 
    Laufskálavarđa - the story
    Laufskálavarđa – the story
    . “To the north is to be seen the big glacier Mýrdalsjökull. To the east, the black lava columns of the Reynisdrangar come out of the sea, and to the west the whole coastline in the direction of Selfoss is visible – depending on weather conditions. In front of the peninsula, there is a gigantic black arch of lava standing in the sea, which gave the peninsula its name (meaning: the hill-island with the door-hole).”We took in the black sand beaches and the rocks of Reynisfjara and Reynisdrangar from the peak as there were just too many people stomping around. Then to the car and the rally race roads downhill until the ring road. We found what was once a cloister, and then a little farm – Laufskálavarđa that was destroyed in volcano, a friend of the family erected a cairn there to help his old companion in his journey forward. Now all visitors are encouraged to add stones to the piles of rock. Stones were brought in especially to help people with it 
    Dyrhólaey Natural Reserve
    Dyrhólaey Natural Reserve
    . Passing through Vík we drove on until we reached the unpronounceable, but easily navigable Kirkjubæjarklaustur and called it a day. Camp time again. This one was beside a gorgeous cliff face, bathed in sun, the meadow beckoned to be camped in. We obliged. Each camp has it’s little thing, some are horrible stopovers that are conveniently situated and know they will get traffic. This one, although conveniently situated, was not one of them. We found us a space in the kitchen and were soon making plans for the rest of the trip when we were joined by an Englishman. An English cyclotourist to be specific. He was in Iceland for a month and blatantly overhearing our conversation started asking us about places we are visiting. He suggested Laki. Would we listen? Would we not? Late night is not the time to decide, so off we went to our cold sleeping bags. Moral: There are guides aplenty on the internet, but just remember you aren’t a billionaire, yet. In retrospect, anyone who suggests hotels and a helicopter trip as a regular visit has either a) unlimited resources or b) been saving for this trip for forever. We aren’t them. Good thing we had Plan B. 
  • 2019

  • Iceland

    Heaven! Just Heaven! July 26 – August 07, 2016

    Pretty much the whole of Europe and quite a bit of Asia was on the list. And it came down to, this year I feel like shooting landscapes. And where better but Iceland for that. A photography adventure, an escape from the heat, and a big item checked off from the Bucket List!

    Iceland: Prep Day

    Iceland: Prep Day

    Leaving the warmth of summer, we head to Iceland for our vacation. Passport and visa – checkCar – checkRoute – checkWeather … Ooohh! Shopping time. Hiking gear, […]
    Spain – Iceland: Away we go

    Spain – Iceland: Away we go

    After barely making it to the train station on time… A huge sigh ofrelief from Alex as we wait to board at Chamartin  Oh yeah…. […]
    Reykjavík, Iceland: Day 0

    Reykjavík, Iceland: Day 0

    Day 0Landed at 02:30 am and picked up Vicky (Our 4WD for the trip – named after Vicky the Viking). The first thing that struck […]
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  • 2016

  • Reykjavík – Kerið, South: Adventure beckons

    Woke up, looked out of the window, expected biting cold and ice. And all we had was warm sunshine, Simpsons-like clouds and a balmy breeze. Day 1 had begun 
    Crater Lake - Keriđ
    Crater Lake – Keriđ
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    .  Breakfast was accompanied by a hodge podge of English, Spanish, Dutch-French. We learned of Icelandic delicacies, Fermented Sheep Head (brainless of course) and fermented shark and other fish. Vigorous nods of assent were exchanged at the suggestion that everything should be tried. Yeah.  Directions given, cheerios exchanged, off we went to discover the already quite well discovered Iceland. First stop. Yep, you are right, Supermarket. Where else do you get the down low on how many calories the kids of each city consume. So after stocking up on water, juices, wasabi peas, soft cake, cheese, chips and ham, once again we set off, to discover Iceland. First stop: Hafnaberg Promises of wildlife, the feathered kind, spurred us on. Eggs that were differently coloured so that bird-brain parents don’t get confused with their offspring. Sighting of the national bird, just before they took to the skies. Eggs that were shaped just so, to limit their movement – quite necessary for those ledge-nesters 
    Gunnuhver
    Gunnuhver
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    . We forged ahead bravely, with what we perceived the hill that harboured the cliff in sight. But hill after hill, cairn after cairn turned out to be mirages. There were still miles to go and yeah, like all poorly managed companies – 0 communication. No signs, no “just 300mts to go”, no “Them birds probably be disgusted with your voyeurism”. No nothing.  Soft sand gave way under footfalls, fine grains sneaking their way into sneakers, rubbing away at skin like the whiny inner voice urging us to give up. And then, in the midst of nothing but volcanic rock and discomfort (#FirstWorldProblems), we realised, well, we haven’t anything else to do. Here we are, on this gorgeous island, no phones to distract us, no pokéspots to lead us in the opposite direction. We are in a the most “” of all ways – Free 🙂 So with an injection of positivity, onward we plodded, mindful that the rock ahead might be another heartache, especially since the birds were supposed to be the noisiest of their kind, and there we found it, around the corner, silence opened to an onslaught of chaotic bird sounds.  It was noisy, it was stinky, it was downright dirty, but Oh! gloriously beautiful! We stared in amazement at the engineering feat that was their nesting grounds, oohed and aahed at each dip and swoosh and swirl of their ariel exhibition. Several well spent moments of watching them and it was time for the trudge back 
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    Gunnuhver
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    .  Several pauses as I attempted to surpass a photography challenge hurled my way (shooting photos of my style (colourful) in this country described as Grey (no idea why, since it’s greener than Spain ever will be this time of the year)). Several pep talks later, a sight for sore eyes, and the most uplifting moment of the hour, we spotted the parking lot. In the distance, and promising to be sweltering, but that’s all the second wind we needed.  Three minutes in the car after hydrating ourselves and plugging in out GPS coordinates, we see a huge number of vehicles parked. Following the sage advice of our host of the morning “stop where ever you see buses parked. The tour buses know the good spots”, we parked and stumbled onto “The Bridge Between Continents”. Lunch was supposed to be a quick affair, it was, but the revelation it brought was how good Apple-Mango juice tasted (more mango than apple). Being an Indian and having both fruits grown natively, I’m surprised that I never ran across this combination before 
    Selatangar
    Selatangar
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    . Highly recommended.  In the distance we spotted a light house, but after lunch cravings made exploration take a backseat. However sufficient pleas of “I’ve never seen a lighthouse” got Alex in the right direction, and even before we approached, I knew we hit gold. Those famed landscapes of Iceland, the lookout points and the crashing ocean overpowered our every sense. Photos will never do this place justice. It also happens to have in plain sight, the island where the last Awk was butchered – Eldey. A pity the endangered species message got to them a bit late. Also made me realise what the next generation will get to see. Statues of extinct species instead of these glorious animals themselves. Because we think one voice won’t make a difference.  A Geyser nearby and a legend of it’s name that made me smile – Gunnuhver – Names after a ghost Gunna (zoom in for the story). The smirk however was quickly wiped off when the breeze carried drops of utterly horribly tasting “water droplets” to us, that made us scramble to be on the road again 
    Crater Lake - Keriđ
    Crater Lake – Keriđ
    description
    . From then on, great roads, driving through towns to get to see local architecture (nothing significant or quaint except for the white lace curtains at every window) and getting a bit lost. We finally made it to some towns with unpronounceable names. From there to Selatangar – A fishing station used from the middle ages through to 1884, and home to a malevolent ghost called Tanga Tómas  Seeking local guidance, since the interwebs were conspired to lead us in circles, we rushed to the information office at Selfoss at exactly 18:00 to find that they closed at exactly 18:00 hours. Flip of a coin and some smart spotting of travel brochures got us to the crater lake at Keriđ.  Awed enough by the immense waterbody, we decided to find a camping stop and haul in for the night. Just in time too. I learned to put up a tent. We debuted our portable stove and camping utensils. Watched as the regular campers showed off their ninja skills at camping 
    Hafnaberg
    Hafnaberg
    description
    . Watched perpetual sunset set in. Yeah, it’s 22:33 and this is how it looks.  About to catch a few winks and hopefully morrow will be as Icelandic as we’ve imagined it to be.  Moral(s): There is a reason for everyone and everything in your life. Especially those hiking boots. And their place is on your bleeping feet, not the backseat of the car left in the parking lot.  Was an athlete in my teens looks great in the About Me section, but double those years and it’s clearly not a laurel my body can rest on. Time for some changes. Self-Intervention if you want to call it so.  If you aren’t travelling alone. Take time to say a prayer for your travelling companion. And yourself. Pray that he/she has patience. Pray that you have strength. 
    Woke up, looked out of the window, expected biting cold and ice. And all we had was warm sunshine, Simpsons-like clouds and a balmy breeze. Day 1 had begun 
    Crater Lake - Keriđ
    Crater Lake – Keriđ
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    .  Breakfast was accompanied by a hodge podge of English, Spanish, Dutch-French. We learned of Icelandic delicacies, Fermented Sheep Head (brainless of course) and fermented shark and other fish. Vigorous nods of assent were exchanged at the suggestion that everything should be tried. Yeah. Directions given, cheerios exchanged, off we went to discover the already quite well discovered Iceland. First stop. Yep, you are right, Supermarket. Where else do you get the down low on how many calories the kids of each city consume. So after stocking up on water, juices, wasabi peas, soft cake, cheese, chips and ham, once again we set off, to discover Iceland.First stop: Hafnaberg Promises of wildlife, the feathered kind, spurred us on. Eggs that were differently coloured so that bird-brain parents don’t get confused with their offspring. Sighting of the national bird, just before they took to the skies. Eggs that were shaped just so, to limit their movement – quite necessary for those ledge-nesters 
    Gunnuhver
    Gunnuhver
    description
    . We forged ahead bravely, with what we perceived the hill that harboured the cliff in sight. But hill after hill, cairn after cairn turned out to be mirages. There were still miles to go and yeah, like all poorly managed companies – 0 communication. No signs, no “just 300mts to go”, no “Them birds probably be disgusted with your voyeurism”. No nothing. Soft sand gave way under footfalls, fine grains sneaking their way into sneakers, rubbing away at skin like the whiny inner voice urging us to give up. And then, in the midst of nothing but volcanic rock and discomfort (#FirstWorldProblems), we realised, well, we haven’t anything else to do. Here we are, on this gorgeous island, no phones to distract us, no pokéspots to lead us in the opposite direction. We are in a the most “” of all ways – Free 🙂 So with an injection of positivity, onward we plodded, mindful that the rock ahead might be another heartache, especially since the birds were supposed to be the noisiest of their kind, and there we found it, around the corner, silence opened to an onslaught of chaotic bird sounds. It was noisy, it was stinky, it was downright dirty, but Oh! gloriously beautiful! We stared in amazement at the engineering feat that was their nesting grounds, oohed and aahed at each dip and swoosh and swirl of their ariel exhibition. Several well spent moments of watching them and it was time for the trudge back 
    Gunnuhver
    Gunnuhver
    description
    . Several pauses as I attempted to surpass a photography challenge hurled my way (shooting photos of my style (colourful) in this country described as Grey (no idea why, since it’s greener than Spain ever will be this time of the year)). Several pep talks later, a sight for sore eyes, and the most uplifting moment of the hour, we spotted the parking lot. In the distance, and promising to be sweltering, but that’s all the second wind we needed. Three minutes in the car after hydrating ourselves and plugging in out GPS coordinates, we see a huge number of vehicles parked. Following the sage advice of our host of the morning “stop where ever you see buses parked. The tour buses know the good spots”, we parked and stumbled onto “The Bridge Between Continents”. Lunch was supposed to be a quick affair, it was, but the revelation it brought was how good Apple-Mango juice tasted (more mango than apple). Being an Indian and having both fruits grown natively, I’m surprised that I never ran across this combination before 
    Selatangar
    Selatangar
    description
    . Highly recommended. In the distance we spotted a light house, but after lunch cravings made exploration take a backseat. However sufficient pleas of “I’ve never seen a lighthouse” got Alex in the right direction, and even before we approached, I knew we hit gold. Those famed landscapes of Iceland, the lookout points and the crashing ocean overpowered our every sense. Photos will never do this place justice. It also happens to have in plain sight, the island where the last Awk was butchered – Eldey. A pity the endangered species message got to them a bit late. Also made me realise what the next generation will get to see. Statues of extinct species instead of these glorious animals themselves. Because we think one voice won’t make a difference. A Geyser nearby and a legend of it’s name that made me smile – Gunnuhver – Names after a ghost Gunna (zoom in for the story). The smirk however was quickly wiped off when the breeze carried drops of utterly horribly tasting “water droplets” to us, that made us scramble to be on the road again 
    Crater Lake - Keriđ
    Crater Lake – Keriđ
    description
    .From then on, great roads, driving through towns to get to see local architecture (nothing significant or quaint except for the white lace curtains at every window) and getting a bit lost. We finally made it to some towns with unpronounceable names. From there to Selatangar – A fishing station used from the middle ages through to 1884, and home to a malevolent ghost called Tanga Tómas Seeking local guidance, since the interwebs were conspired to lead us in circles, we rushed to the information office at Selfoss at exactly 18:00 to find that they closed at exactly 18:00 hours. Flip of a coin and some smart spotting of travel brochures got us to the crater lake at Keriđ. Awed enough by the immense waterbody, we decided to find a camping stop and haul in for the night. Just in time too. I learned to put up a tent. We debuted our portable stove and camping utensils. Watched as the regular campers showed off their ninja skills at camping 
    Hafnaberg
    Hafnaberg
    description
    . Watched perpetual sunset set in. Yeah, it’s 22:33 and this is how it looks.  About to catch a few winks and hopefully morrow will be as Icelandic as we’ve imagined it to be. Moral(s): There is a reason for everyone and everything in your life. Especially those hiking boots. And their place is on your bleeping feet, not the backseat of the car left in the parking lot. Was an athlete in my teens looks great in the About Me section, but double those years and it’s clearly not a laurel my body can rest on. Time for some changes. Self-Intervention if you want to call it so. If you aren’t travelling alone. Take time to say a prayer for your travelling companion. And yourself. Pray that he/she has patience. Pray that you have strength. 

  • Reykjavík, Iceland: Day 0

    Day 0Landed at 02:30 am and picked up Vicky (Our 4WD for the trip – named after Vicky the Viking). The first thing that struck us, the light. 02:30 in the morning and it was similar to dawn, late dawn. Too tired to stop for photos, we headed to the guesthouse and crashed.   Not the coolest looking building, but hey, it served it’s purpose
    Day 0Landed at 02:30 am and picked up Vicky (Our 4WD for the trip – named after Vicky the Viking). The first thing that struck us, the light. 02:30 in the morning and it was similar to dawn, late dawn. Too tired to stop for photos, we headed to the guesthouse and crashed.  Not the coolest looking building, but hey, it served it’s purpose

  • Spain – Iceland: Away we go

    After barely making it to the train station on time… A huge sigh ofrelief from Alex as we wait to board at Chamartin  Oh yeah…. He’s got half his house packed into that backpack. It was Adios Madrid, Halló Iceland! Interminable waits in airport queues 
    Up up and away!Sunset/Sunrise from the plane.
     
    More waiting at the airport.
    Creeping up the stairs with all our baggage at 03:00 in the morning… Andthen we wake up to this!
    After barely making it to the train station on time… A huge sigh ofrelief from Alex as we wait to board at Chamartin  Oh yeah…. He’s got half his house packed into that backpack. It was Adios Madrid, Halló Iceland! Interminable waits in airport queues 
    Up up and away!Sunset/Sunrise from the plane.
     
    More waiting at the airport.
    Creeping up the stairs with all our baggage at 03:00 in the morning… Andthen we wake up to this!

  • Iceland: Prep Day

    Leaving the warmth of summer, we head to Iceland for our vacation. Passport and visa – checkCar – checkRoute – checkWeather … Ooohh! Shopping time. Hiking gear, Wet weather protection. Backpack or Suitcase?Wideangle or Telephoto?The questions are never ending. Less than 24 hours to go and here we are. Sipping wine, watching badly made science fiction series and yeah, Iceland, do your worst! 
    Leaving the warmth of summer, we head to Iceland for our vacation. Passport and visa – checkCar – checkRoute – checkWeather … Ooohh! Shopping time. Hiking gear, Wet weather protection. Backpack or Suitcase?Wideangle or Telephoto?The questions are never ending. Less than 24 hours to go and here we are. Sipping wine, watching badly made science fiction series and yeah, Iceland, do your worst!