Wordsmith. Wanderer. Mother Nature’s child. Novice photographer. Expert nothing.
In the era before cable TV, children of my age were introduced to a stooping, wise old man every Sunday morning on Doordarshan. This man narrated tales of magic, mysticism and wonderful fantasy to his puppet parrot companion. Tales spanning the deserts of Arabian nights, the deep, dark secrets hidden by the Brothers Grimm and the mystical creatures of the Indian subcontinent. A traveler at heart, searching for stories and fables, he tucked them away in his potli – his bag. That’s how he got his name: Potli Baba.
I’ve asked Potli Baba to lend his wisdom to me. He will be my companion on my journeys, documenting them on this blog and helping me collect experiences, stories and fables to weave into posts full of the wonders of travelling.
I’m a talker when it comes to travel, so if you’d like to start a conversation, feel free to get in touch with me on firstname.lastname@example.org. If you’re in the same city, we can even meet up for a steaming cup of tea, some finger-licking food or desserts!