Tuesday, 3 November 2009




We spent the last weekend in Kolad, Maharashtra, 125 km from Mumbai. It is a wonderful place with a river called Kundalika flowing between miniature hills. We had a room with a great view of the river. The room itself was iffy and the so-called resort in urgent need of a broom to sweep away its scrapyard look.
As always, the moment you move out of the city, all kinds of wonderful things pop up. Like a pack of fake Uno cards my son found in the room. Or, a label of Manchurian sticks (!) that our neighbours snacked on...



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