From the edge of a cliff overhanging the Adriatic Sea

I’m sitting on a tiny balcony, that juts outward from a rocky cliff’s edge and hangs over the ocean. Below me is a deep grotto where the azure waves of the Adriatic sea crash, crack, sizzle and swirl beneath my feet. Along the cliff face Read More …

Mumbai Under Attack… Again

I step out of the air-conditioned office. The Bombay air hits me. It’s heavy and damp. I’m ushered in to the cab and we pull out of the driveway. We bounce around as the car lurches, stopping suddenly to avoid pot holes, rickshaws and people. Read More …