Emerald Isle Resort and Club
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... I have seen first hand groups of women and men whom gather sitting cross legged sharing laughter and stories sipping on masala chai while working their creative magic into each thread. There is such an energy buzz here and it’s inspired me immensely. In preparation for Lilani’s market stall at The Green Bazaar I made a sign out of salvaged materials from the farm. Rajen has given me free reign to rummage the farm for materials to up-cycle, quite like my ...
... train station to Kochi. As I hadn't booked any accommodation in Bangalore in advance I decided to ask local ricksha driver to assist me with that task. After browsing among local cheap hotels eventually we found the most attractive option for me (price wise) which was situated very close to the train station was going to be very helpful at the evening. At the beginning I thought about going for a walkabout in Bangalore with my camera but for some reason I ended ...
... Hotel in Kuala Lumpar after a midnight arrival we really couldn't sleep. I think our minds were going a million miles an hour after our 3 weeks in India knowing it was coming to an end. My eyes opened suddenly as I gathered my thoughts and realised where we were and the sun was shining. "Omg what's the time?" Nelson says to me after realising he switched the alarm off 2 and a half hours ago. Great we slept in! Having planned for the entire day to shop we quickly got ready and ...
... the next day!
Its time for "Karvanda Mawa Goofy Moment of the Day!" (Couldn't think of a better sponser name!!) : We had an ingenious contraption for fooling the car stereo (which plays only casettes!!) and making it play songs from our phones. It was a casette with a wire and a metal thing in place of the tape where it touches the head of the player. The wire could be plugged into a phone and the stereo head sensed the songs!! So I had my phone plugged in and we were ...
Whilst in Bangalore we decided to visit an 'Indian Coffee House',
owned by a local co-operative of coffee farmers. The cafes are real
local affairs, very basic, but serving some of the most amazing fresh
coffee for about 15p a cup. To add to the experience the waiters are
all dressed up in Maharajah-esque outfits with turbans and bright shiny
belt buckles. It turned out we were too shy to take a photo though -