Yogi's Travelogues- I
One of my colleagues recently remarked that my passport pages resembled that of those where a child is given a rubber stamp and a free reign to stamp as and where he wants. It made me think, if I could share a few of those stamps with you all. One of my oldest incidences is that at Perth airport. Between my maiden international flight to Singapore and the next one to Perth, Australia; I was grounded for almost 2 years. Just recently, I had made a 12 day whirlwind trip to Europe and that also meant that I had to travel to Perth to close some loose ends of a business deal. For the people who don't me that well, it's always my quest to live the life of locals and find the underbelly of that city. It does not mean that I would need to experience it first hand but it's has been my endeavour and remains till date ... to understand the undercurrents so that it becomes a part of my growing up lesson. Qantas Airlines dropped me at Perth at around 7.30 pm. It's about a 4 h...