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Going Nuts for Brazil – an Odyssey of Five Parts

Part Two....Going Solo I'm all omm'd out I float away from my hillside yoga retreat full of bon homie and wind. This is the new Anna. I embrace serenity; I shun cheese on toast. When I close my eyes, my internal chatter is gone; all I hear is the low rumble of a...

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Going Nuts for Brazil – an Odyssey of Five Parts

Part One....the Yoga After a 1.30am start, 18 hours' flight time, two manic lollops through Charles de Gaulle and Sao Paolo's Duty Free zones (scattering perfume and giant Toblerones in a dash to connect with ongoing flights), I arrive in Brasilia. Let's get ready to...

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Bugger Buddha – I've found Jesus!

In Bagan, there are 4,000 temples occupying a 26 square mile plain. Some are red brick stupas, others dazzling gold pagodas topped with gilded 'hti' pinnacles. How to see them all? Hop on an electric bike, that's how. At the Ruby True Hotel - which had all the...

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The Burma Campaign 2015 – 2016

I arrived in Yangon on Christmas Eve to be met by Seema, Ian and Tristan's housekeeper - a small person of few words who it would appear, spends most of her life locked in a cupboard, steam ironing. She escorted me by taxi back to the boys' house, relieved me of my...

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The last hoorah (and a big hooray for Bangkok)

My final night in India was spent at a typical airport hotel, ie overpriced but handy although I didn't know how handy (under a kilometre away from the airport) until I'd been ripped off by the taxi driver to the tune of 200 rupees. 'I could have bloody walked it', I...

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The Guns of Manipur

On my final two days in Meglahaya, I went on a mini safari in Kaziranga National Park, home to the world's only group of one-horned rhinos. Alongside me on my excursion I had a Bengali couple and their teenage son from Kolkata. Mr Kolkata only had two bottom teeth and...

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Siliguri to Shillong

If it's Thursday, it must be Siliguri, a particularly grubby city whose populace seemed to converge on one long main road fringed by a myriad of market stalls, the road itself plyed by bicycle rickshaws, auto rickshaws, buses, motorbikes, lorries - and in the middle...

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