Smell the coffee in Coorg

When you think it is time to stop and smell the coffee, then you know it is time to head to Coorg. Officially known as Kodagu, Coorg lies in the heart of coffee country, indeed in the area where coffee is believed to have first come to India in the 17th century, hidden inside the…

My god, it’s Mylari dosa!

When in Mysore, it is a sin to not eat the masala dosa at Mylari – not any of the various imposters that have sprung up, but the Old Original Hotel Vinayaka Mylari, located in a nondescript lane in the Nazarbad area. The interiors are nothing to speak of, with a few benches, freely shared…

My stay at Jungle Lodges, Bandipur

When we reached the Bandipur Safari Lodge, run by Jungle Lodges, it was only 11 am. We had left Bangalore early in the morning, and even with multiple breakfast and rest stops, we made it to Bandipur sooner than anticipated. The folks at the check in counter were kind enough to give us a room…

A fascinating catwalk in Bandipur

I had a great weekend at Bandipur, a quick break with my family. I was not sure about going to a forest in the monsoon season but then I figured that if these national parks stayed open, then it must be ok to go there in July. Luckily, the rain kept away and we had…

Gokarna: Sun, sand and spirituality

Gokarna has not woken up completely when we drive into the town early on a Sunday morning. We are on the single main road, a narrow stretch known as ‘Car Street’ after the temple juggernaut, which sits heavy and drowsy as the rest of the village. Its huge wooden wheels are stuck in the mud,…

Bye bye Bangalore, Hullo Haryana!

So it’s bye bye to Bangalore after five years. And a good five years it was. When I moved to Bangalore in 2009, this was my third stint in the city. I was not particularly fond of it, though I didn’t actively dislike it. My husband and I were both fans of Bombay and suffered…

The Chalukya kings and the cradle of temple architecture

The cradle of Indian temple architecture. Before I leave for the Chalukya temples of north Karnataka, I come across this phrase in all the guidebooks I read. And once there, I find that this phrase rolls off the tongues of tourist guides with a practiced smoothness. And not just cradle; other well-worn metaphors like abacus…

Friday photo: Somnathpur

That’s the problem with having a Friday photo kind of thing – I get to goof off all week without blogging and then redeem myself with a photograph at the end of it. Anyway… This Friday, my favourite Karnataka temple – Somnathpur. Read more about Somnathpur here – The stillness of history… Also see: Friday…