I'd just finished my longest, hottest and best shower in two months and was drying off my leathery brown birthday suit when I saw the photograph on the wall of the swimming pool change-room. The photo was of a naked man, a posing pretty-boy naked man with slicked back hair. A big pink X covered his private parts. 'The Arab world isn't openly into this', I thought to myself as I walked towards the photo. The caption at the top of the photo read, "N...

The 'mass of humanity' and the 'stink' were just a few of the scary words that I'd heard about India, before leaving Toronto. When we arrived at Indira Gandhi International Airport in Delhi back in mid-January it felt more like Toronto Island Airport than Pearson International. All of the people seemed to have gone somewhere else and taken their smells with them. The drive from Delhi Airport to New Delhi was far less busy than a run from Pears...

Some photos of Varkala.

Some photos of Communist Kerala and a festival.