Windmills in my Backyard

As I settled down on a chair by the river, I wonder how many people knew about this treasure in our backyard. After a short tractor ride through the fields I was all set for a farm fresh breakfast. Fresh fruits and juices,

As I settled down on a chair by the river, I wonder how many people knew about this treasure in our backyard. After a short tractor ride through the fields I was all set for a farm fresh breakfast. Fresh fruits and juices,
The heat and humidity of the worst bit of summer have started getting to us, making all of us here eagerly await the onset of monsoon. Even a little downpour would alleviate the scorching days and nights. In another 3 or 4 weeks, the hills of the Western Ghats would get its annual ablution and followed by a new clothing of green.

Then will emerge my
Bedouin. Till the time I visited Jordan, this word had conjured an image of mysterious desert-bound nomad, dressed almost like a Sheikh.
About 40% of Jordanians are Bedouins. I met few of them in Petra and Wadi Rum … some had camels or donkeys to take us around, some were guides and some other were businessmen. Their way of looking at life while still connected to roots are things to learn for anybody.

Here’s what I learnt:
When I was leaving for Indonesia for the first time in April, the country meant only Bali and Jakarta to me. I knew nothing of Bandung or any other place, not even the name. I guess that is the case with most of us tourists. I had read and heard so much about only Bali and Jakarta and a few attractions around them that they had become synonymous with Indonesia.

One of the aspects of our short but interesting tour of Indonesia, which is forever etched in my mind, is…
It was afternoon and we were itching to see some non-touristy places in Bangkok after some minor shopping in Platinum Fashion Mall.
Vasu suggested that we go to this shrine which is famous for seeking the blessings for fertility. And so it is also called Fertility shrine. Although we were done with fertility for this lifetime, 🙂 I agreed and we started walking in the bright and hot sunshine!

1. There is no “East side” or “West side” in city of Amman. Directions are given based on “Jabals”. Now what are Jabals? The hills. They are known as “jabals”. The city was originally constructed across seven hills, and now grew to span 19 of them.

2. There are really no
It is a very hot day with scorching sun roasting us. Well, almost. It feels like peak of summer. Our train is chugging at a slow pace, emitting black coal smoke at regular intervals. I can see an expanse of brick-coloured desert around us with occasional small sandstone hillocks. The land seems to be so barren.

I am in Wadi Rum,