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Mahua Kothi, Bandhavgarh
As you travel through the sal forests of Madhya Pradesh near Bandhavgarh National Park, you somehow get the impression of going back in time. To the days when jungles were still wild and men looked forward to the simple pleasures. The Mahua Kothi does not disappoint. Surrounded by a wilderness that is home to a mosaic of wildlife, it is so much more than the humble jungle lodge of yore. Expect to chase tigers, play a game of chaupad and sample the traditional drink made from the flower of the Mahua tree. Your stay could be as intoxicating as the drink.
www.tajhotels.com

Bangaram Island Beach Resort, Lakshadweep
A world of silver beaches, colourful corals, and languid lagoons awaits your pleasure at Bangaram Island Resort. Stay in an authentic fishing hut and swim, dive, snorkel or just sail away to catch your own shellfish for dinner. Spend the evenings walking the beach. If all of this sounds too tame, try your hand at night fishing at the sea.
www.cghearth.com

 

Taj Lake Palace, Udaipur
How about staying a palace that floats in the middle of Lake Pichola with the Aravalis as the backdrop? Also, you are treated like royalty here. The structure itself oozes romance with its arches, carved pillars, period furniture and luxury everywhere you look. There are plenty of things you could do in Udaipur but we suggest that you firmly stay put and just enjoy your stay. May we suggest a meal at the balcony that overlooks the lake, by the lily pond, on the barge or pontoon. www.tajhotels.com

 

Ri Kynjai, Shillong
With its Khasi-styled roofs, Ri Kynjai might seem a bit quirky at first, but if you look more closely, you'll realise that it is in perfect sync with its surroundings. Set amidst unspeakable beauty, this is the place for long, meandering walks through groves of majestic pines and romantic boat rides on Umiam lake. On a rainy day, relax with a crackling fire in your room or head to Mawsynram, the wettest place in India.
www.rikynjai.com

 

Maison Perumal, Pondicherry
Gracious, intimate and with a pleasing simplicity that underlines its every aspect, Maison Perumal makes a charming hideaway. Built by a wealthy Tamil family at a time when Pondicherry was under the sway of the French and spawning a unique culture of its own, Maison Perumal sits squarely in the Tamil quarters of the city. Lovingly restored, and elegantly furnished, it is just the place for some leisurely time out. Expect authentic seafood specialities.
www.cghearth.com

 

Karikkathi Beach House, Kovalam
Gently swaying coconut trees, the sound of waves lapping against the shore, and an isolated beach house with its own slice of sand... With a setting such as this, can romance be far behind? Surrender yourself to the pleasure of walks by the sea, midnight swims, relaxing massages and divine seafood. But most of the time, you'll find yourselves devoting time and attention to each other while your every whim and fancy is catered to by a posse of chefs, waiters and domestic help. Need we say more?
www.karikkathibeachhouse.com

 

SwaSwara, Gokarna
Situated amidst rolling hills, SwaSwara possesses such serenity that'll you'll feel completely at peace with yourself. From the architecture, interiors to the food, everything here is about imbibing the best from nature. Amble through the woods or see the herbs and organic vegetables that go into your meals. Take brush to canvas and create your very own ode to love or give the potter's wheel a spin. A holistic experience encompassing yoga and massages awaits you at the spa. www.swaswara.com

 

Glenburn Tea Estate, Darjeeling
Imagine a restored English bungalow in the middle of a tea plantation perched on a hillock just above the Rangeet river, facing the mighty Khangchendzonga. Now throw in some river rafting, fishing and camping and what do you have? Love at first sight! For a lazy lie-in, snuggle into your king size four-poster bed or curl up in a hammock with a book To top it all, sip fine Darjeeling tea and bite into crisp tealeaf pakoras!
www.glenburnteaestate.com

 

Chhatra Sagar, Nimaj
Certainly one of the usual suspects on a list such as this, Chhatra Sagar's fairytale location and its unrivalled romance never fail to captivate. Hand-embroidered Rajput tents pitched along the embankment of a reservoir teeming with wild fowl, and scrub vegetation as far as the eye... It is just 95 km from Ajmer. Opt for one of the tents set on the hill for complete privacy and breathtaking views from your bed. Spend the evenings sipping wine and watch the sun sink down the horizon. Enjoy intimate dinners under the stars with fire torches and bonfires to keep you warm. What more could you ask for? www.chhatrasagar.com

 

Ahilya Fort, Maheshwar
It's a place you're likely to lose your heart to forever: A mesmerising medieval fort perched right alongside the glorious Narmada. You'll have a fabulous time stoking your romance as you explore its nooks and crannies, towers and turrets, and gardens and balconies. For a feel of the river, sail down at sunrise or under the startlingly brilliant canopy of stars. Afternoons can be warm, but you could always cool off with a splash in the cool waters of the Narmada or with a gossamer thin Maheshwari kurta.
www.ahilyafort.com

 

Mirvana Nature Resort, near Jaisalmer
A green spot in the heart of the desert. Now that's something hard to come by. With 15 luxury tents to boast of, Mirvana offers you a chance to get into the skin of a Rajasthani nomad. Eat organic food, go dune bashing, take camel safaris around the resort and share a picnic lunch with villagers living close to the resort.
www.mirvananatureresort.com

 

Beyond at Sula Vineyards, Nashik
Rolling, mist-covered hills, vines heavy with fruit, and a harvest in progress--the perfect setting for a budding romance. Hold hands as you walk through the vineyards, clink glasses over tasting sessions, or just head for a picnic with a bottle of your favourite vino. And you can do all of this while staying at Sula's stylish three-bedroom bungalow, Beyond. An in-house chef, a private pool and the placid Gangapur lake nearby will keep you happy while the numerous wines are enough to keep you buzzed.
www.sulawines.com

 

The Oberoi Amarvilas, Agra
If you'd like to play out your love story against the backdrop of history, you can't choose a better hotel than the Oberoi Amarvilas. A mere stone's throw from the exquisite Taj Mahal, it allows you the luxury of admiring the monument from the privacy of your bedroom or even your rose petal bath. Dotted with gardens, pools, fountains and pavilions, it's a delightful place.
www.oberoihotels.com

 

Banjaar Tola, near Kanha National Park
In the heart of Madhya Pradesh's jungles, right beside the river Banjaar, and close to Kanha National Park, Banjaar Tola is more than just a wildlife camp. A collection of tents with bamboo wall panels, locally crafted furniture and block-printed furnishings; it makes for a great getaway. You'll love the jungle deck that stretches right up to the river, perfect for your early morning cuppa and chilled beers in the evening.
www.tajsafaris.com

 

Nilaya Hermitage, Goa
Despite its years under the Goan sun, this boutique resort retains a freshness, an almost other-worldly air of romance that cannot fail to stir the senses. Stay lazily ensconced in a brightly-hued room, lounge by the poolside or have months of stress massaged out of your system. If you do feel like stirring out, you might enjoy a cruise on the resort's privately owned dhow.
www.nilaya.com

 

A Beach Symphony, Marari Beach, near Kochi
Glistening sands, azure waters and eco-friendly beach houses, each of them named after a musical instrument, make up this marvellous resort. This place is all about slowing down to enjoy the simple pleasures of life like the sunset or the dolphins frolicking near the beach. There's nothing to disturb you except the arrival of a refreshing drink.
www.abeachsymphony.com

 

Orange County Resort, Coorg
When you first step into this working plantation, you can actually smell coffee and spice in the air. Your private pool villa lies at the heart of this plantation surrounded by pristine forests and undulating hills. Don't miss the plantation tour. Next door, the Dubare Forest Reserve with its hiking trails and birding spots begs to be explored. Further the Cauvery River beckons--enjoy a thrilling coracle ride or go fishing. But we won't blame you if all you do is swing gently in your hammock and watch green pepper vines sprout new leaves!
www.orangecounty.in

 

The Wild Orchid, Andamans
It's impossible not to feel all starry-eyed and wondrous on the gorgeous island of Havelock in the Bay of Bengal. Add to it the pleasure of staying at the lovely Wild Orchid and you have the best of all possible worlds. There's nature--the sea, rainforests and lushly carpeted hills--and then there's the pleasure of simple but elegant living at your resort. Wake up to the sound of joyous songbird and feast your eyes on the sight of gorgeous orchids and butterflies as you enjoy your tea in your private verandah. For a shot of adrenalin, you could try deep-sea diving or snorkelling.
www.wildorchidandaman.com

 

Junglemantra, Bandhavgarh
Junglemantra's charm lies in its simplicity and location. Set amidst 25 acres of woodland with old banyan and mahua trees, and a lake, it blends in beautifully with its surroundings. Everything about this safari camp is subtle--the cottages, the wicker and iron furniture, the unobtrusive attendants, and even the meals. There is a bakery that produces yummy breads and croissants. Spend your mornings tracking tigers, afternoons sleeping, and evenings nursing long drinks on the verandah.
www.junglemantra.com

 

Lagoona Davina, Thiruvananthapuram
Sea resorts always seem so romantic, don't they? And when it's a place like Lagoona Davina, the experience spirals to dizzying heights. Personal, private and thoroughly indulgent to its guests, the resort has a rustic appeal that's hard to resist. Colourful rooms, four-poster beds and a personal attendant throughout your stay will make you feel pampered. Feast on fresh seafood, lounge under the shade of a palm tree, and watch the sea beat its own unique rhythm. A candlelit supper on a boat that drifts gently along will gild the experience.
www.lagoonadavina.com

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Type of Destination: Leisure Breaks ; Romantic Getaways You can also visit: General ; Hotels - Multiple Places ; Assam
Cooling point – Jungaliagaon, Uttrakhand  
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It is quite something to see people asking to borrow woollens while on a summer break. Fortunately for me, the roaring campfire was enough to gently warm the bones. Perched at 6,500 ft, on a ridge in the Kumaoni hills, it was time, with a peg of whisky in hand, to stargaze.

The stars (and the whisky) were definitely welcome after a day that began bleary-eyed, squeezing into a vehicle. Even after the best efforts of two air-conditioners, the vehicle was unable to keep its passengers cool in the searing heat of summer in north India. Thus, not a moment was wasted in rolling down the windows when we finally reached the gentle beginnings of the Kumaoni range. It is always amazing how once amidst the folds of rolling hills, the bedlam of the plains vanishes. Even better, was the sight of the sparkling waters of Bhimtal and Naukuchiyatal, as we climbed a precariously threaded road to reach the quaint village of Jungaliagaon.

 

Waiting at the last bend before Jungaliagaon was Sumit Datta, along with his Bhutia pup Roosie, to welcome us into their home, Emerald Trail. Handing out glasses of chilled rhododendron sherbet, he offered, "You can't miss this house... it stands where the village begins."

 

My room on the first floor of the stately new-built wooden home, offered a view to smokily distant ridges, but a filling lunch--rotis, rice, dal and vegetables--was first on the agenda, followed by a nap. I had to catch up with the morning's lost shut-eye.

 

Emerald Trail was born when Datta after a long corporate career in Mumbai and Delhi, decided, he was done with an urban life. He decided to sink his life's savings into a plot of land he chanced upon while staying at Bhimtal. Datta says he was struck by the beauty of the rustic Jungaliagaon, which, though just 10 km from the choc-a-bloc Bhimtal, seemed a world away. Initially, he planned just a residence for himself and family and friends, but soon decided to host guests so that he could "meet new people" and to make the house pay for itself.

 

It is a character of wooden buildings that they somehow manage to wrap even a newcomer in their cosiness in very little time. After a nap I wanted to only curl up on the floor and read a book. But I settled for watching the setting sun illuminate the mountains, while sipping on piping hot tea.

 

The fading evening light brought the surrounding hillsides to life as the numerous summer brush fires became apparent. The fires, though extremely destructive, are commonplace in this region and help regenerate the land when the first monsoon showers arrive. The silence of dusk was only broken by the distant "snaps" of wood splitting when it came into contact with a roaring tongue of flame.

 

The enthusiasm for spending the evening outdoors somewhat dampened when the mercury dropped like a stone at nightfall. But Datta wasted no time to chip in with woollens for those who needed them, with a 'this happens all the time' smile. He then lit a crackling camp fire near the small tent on the lawn and it soon had people huddling around it, nursing a drink and swapping stories. As the evening wound to an end, an enthusiastic few, including me, wanted to spend the night in the tent. But the warning of a leopard muscling its way into the sheets in the wee hours, put paid to all thoughts of sleeping outdoors. There were clearly no Jim Corbetts among us.

 

Morning's early glow revealed a valley shrouded in smoke from the numerous brush fires and the first rays of the sun did much to bring the warmth back. After breakfast and the mandatory lazing around, we headed to Nainital ostensibly for 'shopping'. Nainital, it turned out, was good only for half-decent momos.

 

The only shopping happened at Umang (near Bhimtal), a cooperative that sells organic produce and Kumaoni handicrafts, and we stocked up on squashes and fruit preserves at a Fruitage (a local brand) outlet. The banks of the Sattal were the perfect place for a summer afternoon's lunch and then working the lunch off with a stroll through the pine forest.

 

The evening was reserved for a trip to Jungaliagaon on mountain bikes. Datta led the way as we entered the village. The sight of city-dwellers huffing and puffing on bikes was enough to get the villagers' attention. They seemed to have plenty of time for conversation as they went about their work--harvesting the winter grain from their fields. The fields are harvested manually and harvested grain is bundled and lined neatly in stacks for threshing. Politely refusing numerous friendly offers for tea and an evening snack, we pedalled our way to the end of the road, which magically turns into a small track running down a gorge to a tiny settlement several thousand feet below.

 

The settlement is quite picturesque beside the small trickle of a rivulet called Chapi. Datta promised to take me on a trek there if I ever visited Jungaliagaon again in the cooler months. We trudged back to Emerald Trail, all the while watching life at the village wind to a stop as the sun sank back behind the hills.

 

The night was again quite nippy, but this time more than the stars, it was the sight of the hillsides burning that caught our attention, as mere brush fires had turned into forest infernos. But Datta reassured us that the fires wouldn't jump an entire valley. We sipped our drinks in relative quiet as we knew our brief stay at the Jungaliagaon was at an end. As I curled up that night, I couldn't help but dream that one day I too would have a piece of a Jungaliagaon to myself.

 

Fact File

 

Getting there: You can either drive up from Delhi to Bhimtal and then take the road up to Jungaliagaon. Or take the train from Delhi to Kathgodam and hire a cab to Jungaliagaon.

 

When to go: Round the year. Summer is great, monsoon is picturesque and winter is biting cold with its own charm.

 

Eat: You don't have much of a choice but to eat at Emerald Trail. But there are numerous restaurants at Bhimtal, Sattal and Naukuchiyatal, if you are willing to drive.

 

Shop: Stop by at Umang near Bhimtal. It is a little Kumaoni cooperative that retails organic produce from all over Kumaon and showcases handicrafts from the region.

 

See: Take time out to go for a swim or kayaking at Sattal. It is definitely worth it.


 

Spend time at Jungaliagaon
It is best avoid the chaos of Bhimtal, Naukuchiyatal and Nainital, while you are staying at Jungaliagaon. Just hop on to a mountain bike and cycle around Jungaliagaon, or even better, walk up or down the numerous village paths. They all somehow seem to lead to pretty houses perched on the hills or by the river in the valley below. But be warned: the climbs can be quite exhausting!!

Type of Destination: Winter Getaways You can also visit: Assam ; Hotels - Multiple Places
On the road: From Siliguri to Guwahati  
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Siliguri, at the foothills of the Eastern Himalayas in West Bengal, is the gateway to the North-Eastern states of India. It is from here that the roads wind their way through the Himalayas into Assam and then the rest of the Seven Sisters. The distance from Siliguri to Guwahati is less than 450 km (442 km to be precise) and can easily be covered in nine to ten hours of driving.

 The roads leading out of Siliguri are beautiful and offer picturesque views of verdant slopes. As soon as one clears the mountains there are the lush green carpets of tea gardens on either side. The best view, however, is of a bridge, made by the British colonists. It is built on an arch that spans the breadth of the Teesta that flows from the snowy peaks of the Eastern Himalayas to join the mighty Brahmaputra in Bangladesh. Before crossing the over the bridge, do take a moment to get out of your car and go on to the bridge on foot. It's an awesome view all the way down to the raging torrents of the Teesta.

 

Past Siliguri we crossed the Hashimara air base of the Indian Air Force and then Jaldapara, one of the two wildlife sanctuaries famous for the one-horned Indian rhino. After crossing into Assam the rest of the way is part of the East-West Corridor, most of which is still under construction. The roads are still beautiful but no longer breathtakingly so. Nonetheless we stopped numerous times, stepping out to take pictures of whatever caught our fancy--from locals in their local garb to a pair of elephants. We pulled into Guwahati past sundown, to be greeted by the usual evening traffic that one would find anywhere in India. At the end of the day, it's a remarkable drive that gives you glimpses of mountains, rivers, tea gardens, plains and forests before bringing us back to the realities of urban India.

Type of Destination: Different Strokes You can also visit: Jungaliagaon ; Madurai ; Hotels - Multiple Places
Finding bliss - Taiwan
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The dream sequence stared me in the face. And it seemed straight out my favourite Hollywood film The Last Samurai--cherry blossoms floating in the crisp mountain air as Katsumoto, the rebel Samurai warrior, lay dying in the arms of friend and trusted general Nathan Algren. The poignancy of the scene brings a lump to my throat each time I watch the film. Only this time the feelings were drastically different, much like some of the details of the bigger picture.

The cherry blossoms had given way to magnolias, equally pretty in pink, beige and dazzling white. And my location was not Japan, the land of the Samurais. I was at Alishan, a hillstation on the island nation of Taiwan. It was too early to call it spring but the magnolias were there in full bloom as was the nippy cold.
Neatly laid out before my eyes was a forest of cedar and cypress, and a walking trail--it also included wooden and rope bridges-beckoned me to join the scores of holidaymakers scattered across the Divine Tree Zone.


I chose to punctuate the activity with some mental arithmetic. I stopped at places to admire tree trunks in curious shapes--face of a hog, bull's head and so on--while, at times, I spent minutes in making fresh notes of all that I had seen of Taiwan since arrival.


Coming from a family that greatly admires Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose, I had always associated the country with his untimely 'death'. Books on history still proclaim that it was a plane crash in Taipei that ended his life. And it was as recent as 2005 that an inquiry commission challenged the theory. It was this debate that whetted my interest in Taiwan. But it's another story that almost no one--the general public in Taiwan--has heard of Bose. Or even Mahatma Gandhi for that matter. However, India and its food is something that is much talked about. So don't be surprised if someone comes up and shouts "samosas" at you. Or if Mohit Chauhan's voice emanates from a music system playing at a Taipei tea room.


Resilient and friendly, the Taiwanese are also one of most advanced in terms of technological development and civic infrastructure. The proof lies in the concrete road that winds its way up to Alishan. At first glance there is nothing that is out of the ordinary. Except the tea gardens that skirt the road, perhaps. But consider that it was rebuilt in less than 12 months since floods obliterated its existence last year and you know what I am talking about.


Work is still under progress and very soon, the Alishan Forest Rail--a narrow gauge train, which lost its track to the floods--will be up and running. Just the thought of chugging through a forest of magnolias brought me back to the present, with, of course, a smile. I trudged along the forest trail and soon found myself at the Sister Ponds. My excitable guide plied me with tales of unrequited love and sacrifice related to the waterbodies. I smiled again, this time reflecting upon the intangible connection between hillstations and stories of love, suicide and betrayal.


I left quiet and solitude behind at Alishan as I started for Chiayi City, the second largest in Taiwan after the capital. Ask tourists and chances are that nine out of ten don't know that Chiayi exists. The city after all has little to offer to the discerning traveller. A sprinkling of swanky malls with all the high-end brands you could think of and a pottery museum is hardly meat enough for a tourist. However, I was in Chiayi for a different reason altogether. It was the first week of the new Chinese year and the city was kitted out for the Lantern Festival.


Much before search engines invaded our knowledge domain, my father introduced me to colourful Chinese New Year celebrations through images in newspapers. My native city Kolkata boasts a sizeable Chinese population so I was not alien to paper dragons, gaudy masks and radiant lanterns. Strangely, however, I fell back upon the addictive search engine to do my homework on the festival before the trip. The results it threw up were enough to convince me that I was headed for a grand spectacle.


And yes there were lanterns, thousands of them. Lanterns hanging at every street corner from window boxes, lamp posts, electric poles, trees, telephone wires and even billboards. The highest concentration, however, was at the main festival grounds. It was packed to the gills with not just Chiayi residents but also visitors from mainland China and other corners of the little island.


I revelled in the strange beauty and also the cacophony of community celebrations as I went about the dazzling grounds. I noted that there were no security checks, no random frisking or even the sight of a metal detector. All's not wrong with the world, I told myself gladly, before I devoted my attention to the amazing display of light.


A semi-crouching tiger, the majestic beast that represents the current year, towered above everything else. Children crowded around an illuminated zoo of sorts while couples, young and old, kissed under lanterns. Some youngsters sported glowing horns. I moved closer to an army of shining warriors who reminded of my favourite samurais. Horses, palaces, gardens, monasteries and even odd geometric shapes... there were all these and much more. It seemed we were living the first day of Creation. The day a divine entity demanded, "Let there be light".
My venture towards the crowded food court was cut short by an announcement that the Vice President of Taiwan, also the chief guest at the Lantern Festival, had arrived. Clashing of cymbals, beating of drums and yodelling singers signalled the beginning of the celebrations. A series of spectacular choreography--both martial and traditional--held me and at least another 200 in the press box, in thrall for the next hour. We struggled for the best shots of the centrestage flooded with dancers in blazing red, yellow and black costumes. All around the grounds, mobile phone cameras cast a strange glow on the evening and flashbulbs blinked out darkness.
The next big thing was the fireworks display, which, too, began with the clashing of cymbals. Columns of smoke arose from the base of the tiger, sending out glittering streaks across the cloudless night sky. Golden, silver, green and maroon sparkles flitted across the city's skyline, making it a night to remember. I had heard much of fireworks at Times Square. This one, I concluded, was no less for me.


When in Taiwan, you don't miss Taipei. It was a given that my trip should end at the capital. I had only two nights in Taipei out of which I chose to spend one in Shilin, a night market that is all about food. This, of course, came only after I had paid tribute to the architect of the nation--Chiang Kai Shek--at his memorial and watched the rather meticulous changing-of-guard ceremony at Martyrs Shrine.
The flavours at Shilin were too strong to induce hunger in me. But the latent shutterbug came to the fore as I captured Taipei at dinner. Rows of shops stand cheek by jowl in this crowded market. And frenetic is a sorry understatement of the pace of activity that puts Shilin in the league of Asia's most colourful food markets.


I stopped every 20 metres, trying to muster courage to bite into the fluffy oyster omelettes or the oversized pork sausages on the grill. I jostled with swelling crowds and temptations with equal gusto and decided to starve the foodie in me. And that's a choice I don't regret. For keepsake I have moments of the market that can take me through the blandest meal and the longest day.


Fact file


Getting there: Fly Delhi-Taipei-Delhi on China Airlines. Taiwan has an excellent road network. Most places can be reached within a few hours by road from Taipei.

 

When to go: Except peak summer, Taiwan is an all-year destination.

 

Stay:Alishan House, Nice Prince Hotel, Chiayi City

 

Eat: Steamed soup dumplings at Din Tai Fung, a restaurant in Taipei.

 

Shop: Oolong tea from one of Taipei's many tea houses.

 

See: The Jadeite Cabbage at Taipei's National Palace Museum.

 

Biking at Sun Moon lake

  


A quick getaway from Taipei is the Sun Moon Lake, which encloses its own island. A popular activity at Sun Moon Lake is biking, which draws visitors from mainland China and other parts of Taiwan. The 33-km biking trail around the lake takes approximately two-and-a-half hours to complete. You can hire bicycles from the Sun Moon Lake Youth Activity Centre (details on www.sunmoonlake.gov.tw). Visitors in spring and summer can expect the additional treat of cherry blossoms along the biking trail.
Type of Destination: Fabulous Fareast You can also visit: Taiwan ; Vietnam
The river runs high  
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Explore - Africa

 


On a blazing May afternoon I took a sluggish boat from my lakeshore hotel in Bahar Dar and sailed to the outlet of the Blue Nile.

 

The hot breeze caressed the waters of the lake, creating ripples like the signatures they leave on desert sand. Gentle waves lapped against the boat, rocking it like a cradle.

 

The distant shores of the lake were fringed with dead volcanic hills. At the volcanic lip of Lake Tana, lined with dense strands of papyrus, the muddy waters drift out lazily to form a narrow, sluggish rivulet that meanders through thickets of trees and shrubs, caressing boulders and banks edged with wildflowers. At the outlet it is hard to imagine that this stream will grow into a mighty river that has carved one of the deepest and widest canyons in the world and carries the water and silt that brings life to Egypt's dry sands, 4,400 km away. A lone man paddled his tankwa, a papyrus reed boat, which differs little from those depicted on the tombs of the Pharaohs.

 

From here the river journeys 30 kilometres to the Blue Nile Falls and then winds its way unbridled through the country, flowing in every direction. It flows east from the lake, and then suddenly twists south in a sharp curve for about 200 kilometres, then loops west before heading north towards Sudan where it merges with the White Nile in Khartoum.

 

Discovering the true source of the two Niles provided employment to several 19th-century Western explorers. Their efforts established Lake Victoria as the source of the White Nile and Lake Tana, in the highlands of Ethiopia, as the source of the Blue Nile. About 83 percent of the total water of the Nile comes from the Blue Nile. Like Indians, Ethiopians also consider the source of a river holy. They flock to the outlet with their weathered gourds, plastic jerry cans or glass bottles and take away its priest-blessed waters to cure a thousand ills or bless them with a bountiful crop or fill the womb of a barren woman with a child or counter the evil spell cast by a jealous neighbour.

 

On another day, after a hurried lunch, I left for the Blue Nile Falls, snaking left and right for 35-km on a frustrating track full of craters, rocks and slushy mud. Ibis, egrets, starlings, pigeons and other birds that feed off the farmer's sweat and labour populate the well-farmed region. Women worked the sugarcane and chilli fields and plastered cow dung on the mud walls of their houses. Cattle grazed on the brown grass. A flock of geese had taken over a small stream. At the water-logged village of Tis Abay, 'smoke of the Nile', the local name for Blue Nile, I picked up a guide for the 20-minute hilly trek to the waterfall's prime viewpoint. We slid down a slippery, boulder-strewn slope into a gorge, crossing the Nile on an arched stone bridge built by Portuguese and Indian masons around 1620. Below us, the river squeezed through a narrow canyon of black basalt that had poured out of fissures in the earth 30 million years ago and flooded the Ethiopian Highlands with a blanket of hot lava more than a mile deep. A blue-breasted bee-eater performed aerobatics over the river's muddy waters.

 

The track ascended to a sorry settlement. Unwashed women in tattered rags stitched together sat on the path weaving reed baskets. Little girls trotted by our side, shouting "Mister! Mister!", pedalling colourful calabashes, shawls and scarves. At the top of a bend, two boys in green shorts sat on the bent trunk of a peepul tree chewing sugarcane. When we got closer, they extended their hands, asking for "photo money". We discovered they were not chewing sugarcane but playing the flute and demanding money for the effort. They shattered my fancy of enjoying the lingering echo of an Ethiopian shepherd's flute producing wonderful music from across a highland valley. I paid them a couple of birrs to cease their exertions.

 

We could hear the dull rumbling of the waterfall. Traversing the side of a hill, we stood facing the spectacle. The 18th-century Scottish traveller James Bruce, had described the waterfall as, "a magnificent sight, that ages, added to the greatest length of human life, would not efface or eradicate from my memory; it struck me with a kind of stupor, and a total oblivion of where I was, and of every other sublunary concern". James had probably not seen the Niagara or the Victoria Falls and can be excused for his fanciful and amplified observation. What we saw was the Nile, 30 km after it exits Lake Tana, flowing listlessly through a flat land planted with groves of trees. Half of the river is diverted into a canal that turns the turbine of a 70 MW hydroelectric project that powers Tis Abay village.

 

The other contracted half, about five metres wide, piddles over a 45m-high rock face. There were no drenching sprays of mist or multiple rainbows. It was not a sight that threw us into convulsions. The spectacle could be more dramatic during the rainy season when the volume of water is more and the river is 400m wide--yet it would be nowhere as thundering a display as the Niagara or Victoria. The guide said that teams of Russians came every year to raft down the gorge of the Blue Nile. After having rafted on Himalayan rivers and been on luxury cruises, I have come to the conclusion that if a raft does not have a casino on it, it isn't worth it.

 

Next morning, on St Mary's Day, I hired a boat to visit some of the islands that dot the 3,673 sq km Lake Tana. Many of the lake's 37 islands shelter churches and monasteries, some of them over 700 years old. On one of the islands the Ark of Covenant, the stone tablets given to Moses by God, was kept hidden for 600 years--before being moved to Axum. On another island is a boulder on which St. Mary, the mother of Jesus, is said to have rested on her flight with the Holy Child from Palestine to Egypt. Why the Virgin Mary took such a circuitous route or why she chose to lounge on a hard boulder instead of soft grass are mysteries that are yet to be resolved.

 

Ura Kidhane Mihret, one of the better churches and easily accessible from Bahir Dar, has kept this island's economy ticking. The 14th-century circular church, set within bleak stone walls, had a roof of corrugated tin sheets and its inside walls were, according to the Bradt guidebook, decorated with ancient biblical imagery "positively Chaucerian in their physicality, ribaldry and gore". A sad-eyed, sunken-cheeked priest dressed in a flowing black robe and a yellow cape stood at the entrance, ready to rob all travellers that journeyed by his gates. His ticket book interfered with our admission. The prohibitive entrance cost forced us to retreat and mingle with a group of old, sunburnt priests who had clustered their bleached bones together in a nearby shed to breakfast on injera bread and wine. Uninvited, I joined the row of wrecked friars sitting on rocks and waited for my turn to be served the spongy bread and a mushy orange dish out of a bucket. Though the food was tasteless and fit only for vultures, I downed it without gagging. It also did not smell as bad as the white-turbaned priests. The milky white wine, resembling chang, a heady Himalayan spirit, served in a cracked and soiled plastic cup, smelt foul, tasted pungent and is nothing to pine for. Its insipid and unexciting attributes make it fit only for monks.

 

There was no dearth of poverty-stricken people on the island. Fences, hedges and rude piles of stone marked the boundaries of family lands growing a sickly crop of weeds. Sharpened sticks served as ploughs. No modern invention, since the wheel, seems to have made itself viable on this antiquated island. There was no electricity. We walked into a house, outside of which was an airy kitchen made of wooden sticks roped together. Two ovens had been scratched into the earth. Some scraggy chicks sat on the cooled oven ash. On another, oven water was being heated in an earthen vessel balanced on two rocks. A scrawny woman in a home-spun white robe, elegantly embroidered in the middle and at the sleeves, and a colourful sash tied around her shrunken waist, tended the fire. Some flour and injera bread lay exposed on a reed basket. I ventured inside the house. A grubby fossil of a lady sat on a dirty, torn reed mat, her back resting against the mud wall. Pieces of an animal's skeleton with shreds of stale flesh hanging from the bones adorned a stained wall. Two of the fossil's grand daughters joined us. Their ashen faces reminded me of lizards and reptiles that lord over sorrowful ruins and inherit places where silence and death brood. They had neither hopes nor aspirations. Yet, they had a cross tattooed on their foreheads and hanging from their necks.

 

Returning to the charming Tana Hotel, I sat in the garden amongst vibrant bougainvillea, lofty hibiscus, and fragrant frangipani bushes and over bottles of Dashen wondered if Napoleon Bonaparte was right in saying that "religion is what keeps the poor from murdering the rich".

Type of Destination: Different Strokes You can also visit: Europe ; Taiwan
10 new experiences in Europe  
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Heading to Europe for your summer vacation again? Skip the usual and do something you have never done before. Explore new national parks, buy eco-friendly clothes in Paris or try the world's first free fall roller coaster in England.
The Skyview in Stockholm: If you are tired of travelling to the oft-visited cities in Europe then head to Stockholm, where the most recent attraction--the SkyView gondola--is sure to thrill you. Located at the Stockholm Globe Arena, the world's largest hemispherical building, two glass gondolas will carry you on rails built around this awesome golf ball-shaped building to its top. The view, as you can imagine, from a height of 130 metres, is truly spectacular. So if you are not scared of heights, take a ride up and see the Swedish capital spread out before you. For die hard romantics: Those planning to tie the knot can even arrange to have a wedding ceremony on SkyView!

New Acropolis Museum in Athens: Even if you are among those who prefer to skip museums when on vacation, take time out to visit the new Acropolis Museum, a gleaming modern structure, cutting a striking contrast in one of the world's oldest civilisations. The new structure is home to the most unique treasures from ancient Greece including 140 tonnes of sculptures have been ferried from the top of the Acropolis into the museum. However you may be disappointed that Elgin Marbles are still not back at home. They were removed from the Parthenon in the early 19th century and are now at the British Museum.

 

World's first free fall drop roller coaster in England: A ride that cost £15 million to make has to have something develop about it. 'Th13teen', at Alton Towers in Staffordshire, claims to be the world's first vertical free fall drop roller coaster. This adrenalin pumping ride gives you the ultimate thrill as it takes you on a journey full of unexpected twists and turns. If you prefer the unpredictable then this really does top the chart. There is a definite element of surprise, even though it does not go as high as other rides in the park. So if you want to try something new and different, then trot off to the Alton Towers when you're next at in England.

 

New galleries at V&A Museum in London: Art lovers and history buffs will not be satisfied with just one visit to the new Medieval and Renaissance Galleries opened at the Victorian and Albert Museum in London. It's a treat for anyone with a taste for European art. An entire wing has been requisitioned and more than £30 million has been spent over seven years in launching the new galleries. The display encompasses a time span that stretches from AD 300 to 1600 and ranges across the countries and cultures of an entire continent. One gallery is devoted just to the works of 15th century sculptor Donatello, his contemporaries and followers.

 

Eco fashion stores across Europe: Do your bit for nature while holidaying in Europe, and shop at eco fashion boutiques and stores that sell environment friendly clothes. This trend has really caught on and stores are opening up quick and across the continent. Berlin saw the opening of Wertvoll, the green fashion boutique; while Paris also opened its doors to it first eco boutique, Ekovaruhuset. These boutiques sell fashionable clothes made with natural fibres such as cotton grown without pesticides and recycled cloth. Concerns about climate change have made eco fashion hip and happening. Two organic cosmetic stores by Couleur Caramel also opened in Paris--Maquillage Caff de Couleur Caramel. The chairs in the store are created from recycled cans!

 

McDonald's goes green: Has Ronald McDonald become a tree hugger? It may seem very odd, but go check out the new image of McDonald's at Munich airport, the first outlet where they have changed the sign background for the iconic mustard coloured arches from ketchup red to green. Forty new restaurants are set to open this year and they'll all have new designs including natural stone and wood. McDonald's is doing its bit to demonstrate its commitment to the environment and responsibility to natural resources. Some outlets in the US will also follow and go green.

 

The latest haute culture city: Istanbul: If you have not visited Istanbul, then head out this year, when this city shares the title of European Capital of Culture with Pecs in Hungary and Essen in Germany. For the vibrant city of Istanbul, which has a cultural heritage spanning thousands of years, this is not difficult. Visit the Blue Mosque, take a stroll in the evening and take in the sights and sounds of this city, that has an equally vibrant nightlife. Apart from the many art events going on this year, there are two new museums opening in Istanbul--Museum of the Princes' Islands and The Museum of Innocence. There couldn't be a better time to visit.

 

Phillipe Starck's hotel in Venice: It's opulence is hidden behind a nondescript door-- a true sign of Starck, but French designer Phillipe Starck has converted a 16th century aristocratic residence into a hotel designed to make you feel truly Venetian during your stay. Palazzina Grassi, the famous designer's first Italian hotel, overlooks the Canal Grande, and is known not just as a hotel, but as a sort of 'private club'. It has glass sculptures, mirrors, and wooden floors. The Venetian experience begins the moment you arrive in the city--you can check-in on the boat sent by the hotel to pick you up. For details visit www.palazzinagrassi.it

 

New cruise ship: viking legend: Skip the trains and explore Europe leisurely on Viking Legend---the 443 ft long vessel. It is built to cruise through Rhine, Main and Danube rivers between the cities of Amsterdam, Budapest, Vienna, Nuremberg and Passau. This is not only the longest ship in Viking's 21 vessel fleet, but also the greenest one as the emissions are 20 percent lesser than other ones. It boasts the two largest suites on any European ship, and takes you past sprawling vineyards, castles and fishing villages which you might miss as you drive between these two countries. All the spacious deluxe rooms at Viking Legend come with 26-inch flat screens and either French balconies or picture windows. The fine-dining restaurant features seasonal menus and has popular local specialities. Visit www.vikingrivercruises.com for details and bookings.

 

New national parks: Sweden, Denmark and Norway are home to new national parks. Sweden's first marine national park, Kosterhavet Marine National Park, has opened at Stromstad, on the west coast. It is a protected 450 sq km zone home to rich marine life. Norway saw the opening of Ytre Hvaler National Park at Skarhalden, close to Oslo. This is another marine protected area of over 6,000 animal and plant species. Denmark also saw the launch of Mols Bjerge, opened by Queen Margarethe which is one of the best national parks in the country, situated at the stunning Mols Bjerge hills.

Type of Destination: European Delights You can also visit: Taiwan ; Vietnam
 
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