Remembering the legendary Boris Lisanevich, founder of the Royal Hotel We recline on trekking mattresses on the sweet-smelling grass, bees and insects busy in the overgrown garden. Nursing a tin cup of Boris’ signature bullshot, a mix of local vodka,…
Those wonderful Pilatus Porter pilots and their flying machines The crags and rocks were perilously close to the wing tips as our Pilatus Porter aircraft spiralled downwards towards the tiny landing strip clinging to the remote Himalayan hillside. I could…
Forty years later, I can still taste the fear and feel my trembling knees as I cowered uselessly behind the tree to dodge the charging rhino In khaki shorts and floppy hat I greet the arriving guests at the bottom…
Once upon a time, Lady Elephant helped put out the flames at Tiger Tops Afternoons in the Tarai jungle in May are endless, oppressive, soporific with the heavy smell of dense grass awaiting revival by the monsoon. The thick sweltering…
Although I never meant to stay, I am still here over 40 years later It’s not easy being a successful hippie. Even if embracing the flowing clothes, dangling necklaces, open sandals and flowers in the hair is not too hard,…