The Trekking Pawns' Diary

Amazon - e-book, Audio, soft and hardcover! Before I go anywhere new, I have this little ritual — I read fiction set in the place I’m headed. It’s my way of slipping into the soul of a city before my feet ever touch its ground. Stories give me a dreamy, rose‑tinted preview of what to expect, and honestly, they make the anticipation feel like its own kind of adventure. And now… we’re planning a trip to Mumbai . I’ve been practicing my Hindi on Mango and Duolingo (slowly, lovingly, chaotically), but the real spark came from finishing Meet Me in Bombay by Jenny Ashcroft. I devoured it. I was swept away. I was in love with love by the end — all its forms, all its contradictions, all its quiet devastations and loud joys. The book opens on New Year’s Eve, 1913 , with Madeline Bright stepping into the heat and color of colonial Bombay. She’s homesick, overwhelmed, and unsure — until she meets Luke Devereaux at the stroke of midnight. From there, Bombay becomes more than a backdrop. It become...

Coming into Cabo San Lucas felt like gliding into a postcard. The water shimmered in every shade of blue, small boats zipped around us like water bugs, and those iconic rock formations—jagged, dramatic, and rising straight out of the sea—welcomed us as if they’d been waiting. With only eight hours on shore, we were determined to make the most of it. And what better way than trying snorkeling for the very first time? Stepping off the cruise ship onto the dock, we wandered along the promenade, soaking in the energy. Shops lined the walkway, bursting with colorful souvenirs, beachwear, and trinkets clearly aimed at tourists—but in a charming way. It was fun just people‑watching: families bargaining, couples strolling hand‑in‑hand, and locals chatting with each other between customers. What surprised us most was how friendly and relaxed the vendors were. No pushy sales tactics, no pressure—just genuine warmth. We had already booked a snorkeling adventure through Expedia after comparing rev...