The Travel Bog Diaries. Pumping my Thighs In Thailand.

The Travel Bog Diaries. Pumping my Thighs In Thailand.

Every single pair of pants that I’ve ever bought in Asia, the stitching has gone in between the legs. Gone at the crutch as my Grandma would have said. Every. Single. Pair. Either somebody is playing a cruel joke on me here, or my bum cheeks are gradually inflating by the day.

The only positive to this Thai haberdashery error is that there’s always a gentle cool breeze wafting through my knickers. To calm me down. An onsite fan to cool the hot flushes that accompany a woman of my age who is prone to bouts of frantic rage.

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The Travel Bog Diaries. Thrown Out Of A Yoga Class In India

The Travel Bog Diaries. Thrown Out Of A Yoga Class In India

My desire to indulge in some yoga came out after I witnessed the perfect family in India. Perfect kids, perfect Mother. I concluded that this must surely be a result of partaking in either a) dancing around the full moon naked, b) drinking lots of wine, or else 3) taking regular yoga classes.

I couldn’t do the first without being reported to the police by my teenagers, the second was proving impossible in India, and so that left the yoga. Something I’ve been threatening to do for years but have somehow always talked myself out of it. (more…)

The India Travel Bog Diary #4. Saving a Beggar Boy.

The India Travel Bog Diary #4. Saving a Beggar Boy.

We are staying on Om beach in the town of Gokarna in India.

Gokarna. A place where only beautiful, kind and temple worshipping women come to. Women who are looking to find inner peace and be at one with the universe and their teenagers and with aubergines.

Gokarna. White sands, crystal blue waters and lots of loving goodness.

Where you will find lots of vegans who worship the cow, leather bags, beads, and wooden elephants with holes in their trunks so you can burn a jasmine joss stick and feel calm and beautiful and nice. Like me. (more…)

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