All posts tagged: Travel.

Colours in India.

I just have time for a short blog today, and these images were from a trip to Dilli Haat craft market in Delhi two days ago. I go there each year and its a good way to see products from all over India in one place. Sure, its a little commercial, but I enjoy the experience and I often buy a small piece of precious fabric. However, this art piece is 10 foot X 4 ft six inches, and now it’s mine. It’s hand embroidered Kantha on silk.

Travel.

  Preparation for travel is always part of the excitement of taking a journey. I personally prepare my cases after unpacking the last trip.  Clean them, wash the covers and the  pods you store your clothes in and put them back in the case in preparation for the following trip. Whoops but this time I can’t find my big old green case  weigher…. or whatever you call it.  I’ve had it for about 12 years…but somehow it has not been  put back in the right place after my last return (which by the way  was only 4 weeks ago) Packing the cases,  means extending the imagination as you do so. What to wear on  each occasion,  and then maybe a few spare interesting outfits, but at least I won’t need winter clothes this time, it’s  going to be hot, hot, hot, just as I like it. On this trip I’ll even get a little down time with friends and for me that means shorts and T’s, and no responsibilities for a few days at least. …

A little down time.

Being anonymous is wonderful. I don’t have to share my life story at lunch or dinner. It’s very flattering some times but after 10 days I long for a quiet place and here in my home base in NM I can do that. Besides I’m staying with my best friend and we just enjoy interesting things together like photography,  art and travel.

Living the life folks. – The journey of the traveling Grandma.

Day 24 of 89 on the road. The day began early. Very early. Check the weight of the luggage, I am so sick of lifting luggage, my arms ache, but I had to do it again, no one else is there to do if for me.   Scoot down to the lobby and wait for the shuttle to the airport. I didn’t have any coffee in the system so I thought I did pretty darn well. The lobby was full even at that time of the day and as I walked to the exit, I made sure I had the right amount of cash for a tip to the guy who took my luggage down. There’s nothing worse that trying to find a tip in front of the recipient. I left a $5 tip for the maid in the room yesterday. Jaya (aged 5) wondered what it was for and I explained that it was a ‘kindness donation’ because the lady worked hard to clean my room and look after me so nicely.  She looked …

Living the life folks. – The journey of the traveling Grandma.

I’m a ‘something’ year old Grandmother living the dream of traveling and teaching, creating and photographing and working darn hard simply because I love it.  Day 23 of 89 on the road. Sitting at my desk in the Hilton Los LAX, Los Angeles. The sun’s going down and I see a number of planes in the sky maybe they’re  landing, maybe they’re taking off, but every move of the plane sends shards of reflected light floating through the air. It’s rather beautiful in the orange glow of sunset. I’m munching on a rather dry croissant and sipping coke zero. Not the most healthy of meals but never the less it fills a space. The time at home in South Australia is 12.12 pm and its lunch time, so the body says eat. It takes me a few days  to tell the body that we are on the other side of the world with 16 hours time difference. One thing I’ve learned from many years of travel is to eat when you’re hungry, no matter what …