My mom would lock the door once and check it thrice (In America thrice is “three times”). While my dad disagreed with this strategy he did prefer it over coming back after driving a few miles. Meanwhile, as they debated, my brother and I would race down the stairs with the car keys in hand.[…]
Old town, Gamla Stan, Stockholm. My initial estimate of what Sweden would look like in the winter was that of a typical European country with a whole lot of snow. While Stockholm fit the bill of an eclectic European city quite well, my time in the Lapland was perhaps utterly unique. I spent most of[…]
Not that it is of any significance but my first engagement of clutch was done in the reverse gear. My father sat next to me as I gingerly tried to reverse the car from the parking lot of the hotel we were staying in. I had seen him (more specifically his legs) do this plenty[…]
First know this. That everything you heard about the French is true. They are crazy, they do eat a lot of garlic and cheese, they do dress superbly well, they can be wonderfully rude at times and they do entirely believe that form trumps over function almost every time. If you could live with these[…]
I must confess that this change of relationship status has affected me quite severely. Initially I was quite visibly distraught, but, over time I realized the futility of the matter and eased up on myself. Infact, I even convinced myself that it could be a good thing. However, after watching the first formula one race[…]
If it weren’t for them, the train would have been deadly silent. The subway is undoubtedly the best way of commuting within Tokyo. It was obvious that the city’s planners had shown a complete lack of recognition of public parking spaces for cars. Also the traffic wasn’t exactly free flowing either. So, on my way[…]