Brace yourselves Dubai… the world’s leading dance event is coming to our city on Friday 11th November 2016, and it is going to be absolutely epic! Mark this date on your calendar, because we are about to be treated to the grandest party in the desert ever!
The organizers have really gone all out with this dance festival, and Sensation Dubai is set to rock the city at Dubai Desert Dome (Bab Al Shams). Just look at how spectacular the venue looks!
London has always been synonymous for its cultural heritage. The city’s deep-rooted history spreads well beyond the prim, manicured lawns of Buckingham Palace, and who better to ask than someone who has spent a reasonably long time working for the well-reputed travel website Cleartrip.ae?
In today’s guest post, Steven Nazareth takes us on a virtual tour around London. From familiar sites to well-reputed museums, if London is on your travel list, these sites are a must-visit. Read on for more.
I usually don’t do re-posts of press releases I receive, but this one by Chris Lambert of Q Comms was far too hilarious to store away in my inbox! Located in Marina Byblos Hotel in Dubai Marina, Societe Dubai is the city’s retro hotspot offering an interesting array of drinks, a spunky retro interior and a playlist of the coolest tunes from the ’80’s, ’90’s and 00 all night long.
Interestingly, the club has accumulated a whole stash of very interesting items that have been left behind by their alcohol-induced patrons. This definitely is a very insightful list!
It’s been over a month since I got back from my whirlwind trip around North East India this summer. We spent most of the holidays in my husband’s hometown of Shillong (Meghalaya), and I am really missing the cooler weather, the lazy midday siestas and the food… oh the glorious street food!
I believe the food offerings of a city are a direct reflection of the cultural norms of the region, and what better way to explore Shillong than to take to the streets and eat like the locals? Being a Shillong boy himself, my husband was my most trusty food-exploring guide.
My whirlwind trip to India now feels like a distant dream. Where did a whole month go? We spent the major chunk of our holiday in the beautifully picturesque town of Shillong.
My Hubby calls Shillong home, and spent his entire childhood here. Every nook of the city seems to hold a fond memory for him, and despite being away for countless years, he proves to be an expert tour guide, leading me through miles of endlessly narrow streets and cobbled stairs.
Guwahati is a maddening chaos. The streets are jam-packed with traffic, hawkers and bystanders.
We walked through its streets this monsoon-laden Monday. The air is hot and muggy, and the humidity shrouds the body with a permanent layer of perspiration, making my flimsy cotton t-shirt stick on like a second skin.
My father in-law has a very endearing caretaker who originates from the Garo Hills. Swing is a short, middle-aged man with a rather muscular stature and a deep, dark chocolate-brown complexion, and has been a part of this family ever since I married into it. Yes, his name is Swing! Given his fondness for the bottle and a very jovial disposition, this name seems pretty apt for him. Sparse teethed yet ever-smiling, Swing has formed a special friendship with my daughter who he last saw as a 2 year-old. My daughter does not speak any Indian regional languages, and Swing has very limited use of the English tongue. Yet the other afternoon, I saw him sitting there trying to tell her a story in colloquial Hindi.
Always keen on hearing some regional-style storytelling myself, I sat down to listen and offered to be the translator between the two. Swing narrated the story of Gangbo Raja, a folktale that has been passed down generations in the Garo Hills.
“The bus was a carcass of a vehicle, a mere tin box with faded paint and prison bars that housed an entire crowd of perspiring strangers. Each grasped on to any available solace as the driver took frivolous turns on the rocky, uneven roads ahead. I stood there, balancing my luggage and child with hands and legs, praying the next swirl will not deplete my balance, lest I end up crashing out of the glass door behind me.”