Uzbekistan (November, 2019) – After inadvertently crashing a film set and taking selfies with al-Biruni, we motored along to Mir-I-Arab Madrasa. Fragments of its nostalgic past, evident in the 16th century architecture, we were not the ones who appreciated the ambience.

Madagascar (March, 2010) – I woke early, watching daybreak from my tent. But the sounds emanating from Berevo a tiny village in the middle of nowhere, called me to wander. As I walked between the houses and harvest; I gathered a following of shy but rather curious children, most of whom had never seen a female tourist. It was a mutual novelty, which I have yet to forget.

India (December 2016) – We drove the winding mountain roads up to Changu Lake, it was a harrowing drive through crumbling mountain roads. At an altitude of over 12,000 ft. the sacred lake is perched down in the valley between mountains peaks. We wandered around the lake by foot and again on-top a yak. Who knew that a yak could provide a more serene ride, than a 4 wheel vehicle?

India (February, 1998) – Being mobile at 5:00AM in Kolkata: illustrates an entirely different city. Calm and quiet, void of traffic and overall hullabaloo; we all shuffled into a rather decrepit bus. Packed like sardines, in our best attire we headed to one of several train stations in the city. Surrounded by family, I hopped the train to catch a wedding.

India (December, 2016) – High in the mountains; surrounded by panoramas of the Kanchenjunga, my only focus when arriving at the Lingdum Gompa was observing the ritual practices. The youngest disciples leaping, crimson robes fluttering about with the mountain winds.

Uzbekistan (November, 2019) – Roaming around the Registan in Samarkand, felt a little intimidating. Tiles in repetition, duplication – creating rhythmic, dynamic shapes. Dancing, whirling images in the minds eye. It overwhelmed the senses; it required a repeat visit.

Uzbekistan (November, 2019) – The old city of Khiva is protected by an intact and impressive fortified wall. Walking within the confines of the Itchan Kala, feels like strolling back in time. There is an ethereal feeling of fantasy with a deep sense of history and spirituality.