The proper way to drink Tequila in Mexico is with a shot of Sangrita as a chaser. Mexicans do not drink Tequila with salt on their hands and a slice of lime. That’s Gringo shit. I can personally attest [...]

The electronic sound of the doorbell wakes me out of a hot summer dream – it’s no surprise, as I had turned off the air conditioning. I wrap a towel around my sweaty self and open the door to [...]

Lac Léman, is a vast body of fresh water carved out of the Alps between France and Switzerland. Geneva is at the western end which is why it is also known Lake Geneva. It spreads over 580 square kilometers, [...]

Day 1, Montreux-Cully

We were under sail to a light western breeze. Just enough to get into the sway of sailing. We past in front of an impressive flotilla of yachts heading in directly toward us like a fleet of [...]

Day 2, Cully-Lausanne

Leaving Cully, my neighbors suggested we try Le Café de la Poste in Lutry, our next destination while sailing around Lake Geneva. There is no wind today. Just a vast blue sky reflected in the lake, and [...]

Day 3, Lausanne-Rolle

The port of Ouchy has one of the few marine stores selling supplies for sailors. Sunrise wakes me up and it’s already hot, and I need to try to replace the fraying halyard that hoists my main [...]

Day 4, Rolle-Nyon

I woke up to wet feet. It’s pouring rain outside and the deck of the boat is leaking into the cabin. I’m soaked to my knees, thank goodness it’s not cold. I need coffee, and I must [...]

Day 5, Nyon-Crans

Today’s journey will be short, as I will be staying the night at my brother’s place in Crans, the next town from Nyon when sailing around Lake Geneva. It’s a nice day and there’s wind, so I [...]

Day 6, Crans-Genève

The varnish has dried, I remove the masking tape and put away some laundry I washed while at my brother’s place. The batteries for my devices are all charged, so I prepare my cameras for their recording [...]

Day 7, Genève-Evian

I wake up to another day of sunshine as it peeks behind the hills. It’s a long walk to the nearest bistro, and everything may be closed this early in the day– it’s seven o’clock. I want [...]

Day 8, Evian-Bouveret

I had one of the most comfortable and satisfying sleeps on the trip. Very little motion, dry and warm. As I crawl out of the cabin and onto the cockpit, I see and envelope from the port [...]

Day 8, Bouveret-Montreux

My meal was not that great last night. Tortellini that seemed to come out of a box for CHF25.-. Switzerland is absurdly expensive, yet it’s absolutely magnificent as is this morning. And I slept under a leak [...]

As I sit alone at Leopold’s (the famed café in David Gregory Roberts’ Shataram novel) it is the 26th of November, the anniversary of the 2006 Mumbai terrorist attacks. A young woman takes the empty table next to mine. [...]

It’s mid afternoon, and I’ve already been hustled into a tour of the city while trying to take a shot of the imposing Gateway to India. The stark acreage around the edifice is littered with tourists. But few are [...]