This year’s vacation to India was like switching from a sad rom-com to a wacky sitcom! Normally, I spend two whole months in the city, cramming a week’s worth of family visits into one crazy day, hitting the book fair like a discount-sleuth, and packing enough loot to rival a treasure chest to bring back to the UAE. But this time, it’s as if someone took my typical India itinerary, tossed it in a blender, and pressed ” puree,” because this year’s trip was a rollercoaster of pure hilarity and surprises!
As I stumbled off the plane after what felt like a four-hour journey (or was it four centuries?), there was my grandfather, looking more like a statue than a human in the arrivals area, waiting for us. I zoomed over with my trolley, like a racecar driver who just spotted the finish line. After everyone piled into the car, we decided to treat ourselves at a bakery—because who doesn’t need a boost of pastries and tea?
My sister, the designated biscuit bearer, provided chocolate cookies that made us feel like royalty. Once we were sufficiently caffeinated and sugared up, we headed straight home, practically vibrating with excitement to see my grandmother and, let’s be honest, my bed that I had missed more than my last three meals!
After a few hours, we finally stumbled home, and there was my grandmother, seemingly glued to the front porch, waiting for our grand entrance. I dashed over, gave her a bear hug that could rival a grizzly’s, and then made a beeline for the living room. The moment I walked in, I beelined to the closet like it was a treasure trove and dug out my glorious comfort clothes—who needs a superhero cape when you have fuzzy pants? Once I’d donned my fluffy armor, I replenished my hydration levels with the finest H2O and made a heroic leap into my bed, ready to conquer the land of dreams.
After an epic battle with my pillow, I woke up and decided to fuel my day with a brunch fit for royalty—idly and sambar, because clearly, I’m a breakfast connoisseur! After devouring my delicious masterpieces, I plopped down on my couch like a potato and tuned into my favorite shows: Golmaal Jr. and Chikoo and Bunty—because who needs real-life drama when you have cartoon chaos? After a riveting episode of animated antics, I miraculously found room in my stomach for dinner and then, like a true champion, retreated to my bed, ready to conquer the dream world once again!
The next day I sprang out of bed like a rubber band and launched into my daily routine, which involved some thrilling activities such as brushing my teeth (a wild ride, trust me), taking a long bath (the only place my rubber ducky has consistently employed), devouring breakfast like a hungry dinosaur, and binge-watching TV like it’s my full-time job.
After a few days of this elite lifestyle, we decided to grace my dad’s relatives with our presence. When we arrived at my aunt’s house, my cousin emerged from school, and before he could ask for supper, we snatched him up and whisked him away to my house, where my paternal grandmother greeted us like we were surprise guests on a reality show!
Well, folks! If you thought my adventures in India were wild, just wait until you hear the sequel—it’s going to be like a Bollywood film, minus the catchy songs and dance numbers! Stay tuned for the second part!
Hello to all my viewers reading this. Today was our last day in Baku as we prepare to make our grand exit back to the UAE, and I must say, I was sad—so sad, I could probably win an award for it! After I woke up, I got ready and had my last meal at the Diamond Hotel, which was as epic as a last supper could be.
After packing our bags, we shuffled to our van like a bunch of reluctant cats being dragged to the vet. I will definitely miss Baku, the driver of the van, and the view—oh, that view! After some time, we finally reached the airport, where adventure awaits… or at least a long line at security!
We wrapped up our security checks and check-in—it was about as thrilling as watching paint dry. To sprinkle some joy on our hungry faces, the adults embraced their inner heroes and whisked us away with Happy Meals from McDonald’s, though they ominously instructed us to devour our feasts on the airplane. I ended up with crocs as my toy, and guess what? My sister got the exact same pair—twinsies!
I even managed to score a chicken burger, which I confidently deemed a gourmet meal at 30,000 feet. Afterward, we sauntered over to passport control and made our way to our gate, where I stumbled upon a sweet shop. My mom and aunt decided it was the perfect time for some Azerbaijani sweets, but I was too stuffed to entertain the idea of eating any more—priorities, right?
Then my mom, in her never-ending quest for the perfect souvenir, waltzed into a shop and called me, sounding like a modern-day treasure hunter, demanding I arrive with 10 bucks. So, off I went, and what did I get? A wooden pencil and a pen—because obviously, that’s what every kid dreams of on vacation! By the time we got our souvenirs, our flight had begun boarding, and we were practically the last ones to waddle to the gate like it was a race.
Once aboard, we became professional photographers, snapping selfies like we were about to win the Oscar for Best In-Flight Snack Montage. Just when we thought we’d reached peak dining bliss with our Happy Meals, guess what? My pre-ordered food swooped in like a superhero: a chicken cheese zinger wrap! Talk about an upgrade!
You see, there were so many empty seats on our flight that it looked more like a ghost town than an airplane! So, our friends from the back decided to join us up front, probably thinking there might be snacks or better views (spoiler alert: there weren’t). After a while, I got bored out of my mind, so I whipped out my phone to indulge in some literary magic – that’s right, I dove into a Harry Potter e-book!
But just a few hours later, the flight attendant popped up like a magician, telling us we were landing shortly. I was sitting with my mom and my aunt, battling ear pain like a warrior when my aunt discreetly handed me some bubble gum (keep that on the down-low, will ya?). And just like that, we landed in Abu Dhabi, UAE – our home sweet home where the only flying I do is in my dreams!
Then we landed, did a quick makeover in the restroom, and made our way to passport control like we were in a reality show challenge. After that, we heroically rescued our baggages, and since my family was the speediest, we even snagged our friends’ luggage—talk about a heist! We staged our grand exit from the airport, hopped into an airport taxi, and made a beeline to my friend’s house. From there, my family commandeered our friend’s car and off we went to Dubai, with dreams of grandeur and adventure.
But first, a pit stop at a gas station where my dad, in a caffeine-fueled frenzy, bought us coffee. My sister and I shared a French vanilla latte like it was the last cup on Earth, while our parents savored a cappuccino—because adulting is hard, right? Finally, we rolled into our home, grabbed a bite at Vegme, and crashed into bed, where I dreamt about all the wild adventures I could potentially feature in a blockbuster movie.
And that’s a wrap on our Azerbaijan escapades! Until next time, when we’ll embark on even more questionable adventures! (P.S. Today’s photo album features a stunning blank page—a true masterpiece!)
But hold onto your hats, folks! Here’s a pie-in-the-face question for you—what was the most shockingly fascinating, mind-boggling piece of awesomeness you stumbled upon while chomping on my wildly entertaining escapades in Baku from day 1 to day 5? Spill the beans!
Hello to my fabulous viewers eagerly anticipating the wacky escapades of Day 5! So, picture this: we woke up in a hotel in Gabala (the name is as forgettable as my memory). We jumped into the shower, but the water heater had other plans, treating us to a hot-cold spa experience that felt more like a surprise party gone rogue! After our refreshing rollercoaster, we ventured out for breakfast.
Let’s just say the options were about as plentiful as a diet at a chocolate festival—so I went for the classic combo of pizza, parota, and egg. Once we made our culinary masterpiece disappear, we packed up faster than you can say “check-out time,” then struck a pose with some stunning cherry blossom-like flowers that clearly had more Instagram followers than I do!
Then, we loaded our luggage into our van, embarking on our grand adventure to Baku today. Our first stop was the Seven Beautiful Waterfalls—because why not start our tour with something that sounds like a fairy tale? The view was so stunning, I half-expected a nymph to pop out and offer us tea. We trudged to the top, making sure to awkwardly splash our hands in the running water because, let’s be honest, who can resist?
At this point, I had firmly decided to stay back, but I suddenly found myself ascending the hill like I was on a reality show challenge; I swear my feet had a mind of their own! That view was so breathtaking, I might have shed a tear—or was it just the mist? We snapped a few photos worthy of a magazine cover and then trooped back down to rejoin our group, only to realize we had all collectively just conquered the most glorified stair stepper ever.
Then we piled into our van like a bunch of excited squirrels and headed to the Gabala shooting range! I was sooo pumped for this adventure because, guess what? They had archery! Now, I don’t exactly dabble in archery myself, but I’ve read enough about it to almost qualify as a professional expert!
But first, the adults got their moment to shine, blasting away with guns and shotguns like they were in some action movie. Then it was the kids’ turn! They handed us a paper, the target looking at us like it was all too easy. I managed to get 4 to 5 bullets in the black circle, which is basically my version of scoring a winning goal!
Then it was time for Archery! I was super excited, practically bouncing off the walls. As luck would have it, I was called first—probably because they wanted to witness my imminent archery greatness (or comedic failure). I loaded my arrows like a pro and almost hit a bull’s eye! Then it was the kids’ turn, followed by some very brave adults who clearly didn’t mind risking their dignity.
After our glorious displays of skill, we plopped down in the lounge area, waiting for the uncles to finish paying for their wild off-road escapades. Just when I thought it was safe, my mom instructed me to vacate the sofa. Confused, I stood up and—surprise!—there was a cat hiding under me! I sat on a cat! Talk about a surprise guest! This gave me a minor heart attack and left me questioning my life choices!
Then we went off-road driving, which was like a roller coaster but without the safety harness! I squeezed into the front seat with my sister and dad, and we had a blast—like, literally, at one point I thought we might take off! After conquering the wild terrain, we returned to the van while the adults had a shoe-washing party for our muddy footwear, which, let’s be honest, they were more excited about than we were. Then it was full throttle to Baku!
We made a pit stop at the legendary RAJA RESTAURANT, where we dined like kings on cumin rice, naan, roti, chapati, paneer butter masala, dal tadka, and spaghetti—because, obviously, we needed an Italian twist! With our bellies bursting, we hopped back into the van. On our way, my mom decided to interview our driver about the entire history, laws, and regulations of Azerbaijan. Meanwhile, knowing we’d be starving by the time we reached the hotel, the adults ordered chicken burgers from McDonald’s online—because nothing says “cultural immersion” like fast food!
When we finally rolled into the Diamond hotel, we dashed to our rooms and devoured the chicken burgers like they were the last supper. Meanwhile, the adults, in their infinite wisdom, decided sandwiches were a better choice and promptly regretted it as they waited an eternity—I’m pretty sure the sandwich could have been a contestant on “The Amazing Race”!
While they were in the restaurant engaging in cardio by waiting, we kids hijacked a room to binge-watch TV like it was our day job. Curiously, the adults entrusted me with the prestigious title of babysitter—clearly, they had low standards. Eventually, the adults stumbled back to our rooms and crashed, dreaming of tomorrow’s grand adventures—but plot twist: tomorrow, we’re trading adventures for the UAE!
And now, folks, brace yourselves for today’s masterpiece of picture-taking! Don’t just enjoy them, revel in the pixelated glory!
See you guys tomorrow! Unless, of course, I get abducted by aliens or mistaken for a lost sock—then it might be a minute!
Hello to all you bright-eyed adventurers anxiously counting down to the epic Day 4 in Baku! After a breakfast that could impress even the pickiest of food critics at our sparkling Diamond Hotel, we hopped into our trusty van like a group of over-caffeinated squirrels.
Today’s destination? Gabala! Since it’s further than your last New Year’s resolution, we had to pack our bags, shed a few dramatic tears saying goodbye to our Diamond Hotel, and embark on our next escapade. Buckle up, it’s going to be a wild ride!
It was a 5-hour journey to Gabala from Baku that felt like an episode of a reality show titled “Survivor: Backseat Edition.” My friend and I, in a moment of pure genius, claimed the back seats and entered hibernation mode. But, just as we were dreaming of snacks, our 2-year-old human alarm clock—who clearly has a talent for miscalculating nap times—decided it was time for a wake-up call. We jolted upright to a picture-perfect view of the village and nature, and I couldn’t resist snapping some photos that might just make us look a little less like zombies!
Then we rolled into the gas station for a bathroom break and to fuel up the van, though let’s be honest, the washroom looked like a monster’s lair from the outside—not a chance I’d risk it! After surviving that ordeal, we hopped back into the van and made a beeline for a restaurant.
The establishment proudly advertised itself as RAJA RESTAURANT. There, we indulged in a feast fit for royalty: Chapati, Egg curry, Noodles, and Cumin rice—talk about a culinary rollercoaster! After this epic meal, we waddled our way to the Tufandag mountains, ready for whatever adventure awaited us (as long as it didn’t involve any more questionable restrooms).
To reach the pinnacle of those towering mountains (a whopping 1920 m high), we had no choice but to hop on the cable car—a magical box of fear and vertigo! As we ascended, I felt like I was auditioning for a low-budget horror movie, dizzy and on the verge of creating my own personal water feature, but mercifully, I held it together. After 3 nail-biting cable car rides (I could’ve sworn we were defying gravity), we finally made it to the top!
I frolicked in the snow like a clumsy penguin, raced around with my mom, and stumbled into a steak and wine shop—not to feast, mind you, but to bask in the warm embrace of a heater. Eventually, our entire gang waddled in, chattering teeth and all, looking like a bunch of frozen popsicles in dire need of thawing out!
After what felt like an eternity, we decided to hop on the sledge, but lo and behold! The ticket counter was closed—cue the dramatic music! Just when despair was about to set in, a wonderfully generous family tossed us their ticket like it was some sort of Olympic baton. Bless their hearts—they only got one ride too, but hey, sharing is caring, right?
Then we heard an announcement that was basically a race starter pistol for our legs, and we sprinted to the cable car like a herd of caffeinated goats. It was 5 PM, aka closing time, and we were not going to let that stop us! We zoomed down, and I proudly declare my family as the speed demons of the mountain—first place, no contest!
After we crammed ourselves into the van, our next stop was the illustrious Nohur Lake. There, we hopped onto pedal boats that had me feeling like I was part of a Peppa Pig episode, just waiting for Peppa to show up and give that iconic pig snort. After exhausting our leg muscles on the boats, we stumbled into a café where I kicked things off with a coffee and ended up finishing with a pizza that could probably qualify as a toe-stubbing hazard. I bravely ordered a caffe mocha, and when my sister left her hot chocolate half-finished, I swooped in like a snack ninja and claimed her chocolatey treasure for myself.
After gobbling down our food like we hadn’t eaten in days, we sprinted to the van in the pouring rain like a scene out of an action movie. We zoomed to the hotel in 10 minutes, but I was in a real pickle—having held in my pee all day, I was about to burst like a water balloon! In a moment of desperation, I snatched the hotel room access card from the bewildered attendant, dashed to my room, and only then did I realize I could finally see straight without the fear of an imminent flood!
As the kids polished off their pizza like it was the last supper, the adults decided to throw a pizza party of their own, complete with roasted chicken and a mountain of french fries—because why not add enough carbs to fuel an entire football team Meanwhile, I heroically sacrificed my social life and went to bed, determined not to let my dwindling energy be wasted on chitchat. I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of tomorrow’s adventure—hopefully involving fewer carbs and more hilarity!
And now, brace yourselves, folks, because my photography skills are about to dazzle your socks off! Enjoy the spectacle!
See you tomorrow for more shenanigans that we’ll probably need to apologize for later!
Hello to all you fabulous people eagerly sitting on the edge of your seats waiting to hear about my thrilling day 2 in Baku! So, we crashed at this place called Diamond Hotel—because who doesn’t want to rest their head where the only thing shiny is the name? It’s a 3-star hotel, but trust me, it vibes like it’s sitting on a cloud made of a million stars, just minus the actual celestial bodies. The room was nice, the bed cradled me like a baby in a hammock, and honestly, everything about the hotel was so perfect that I half expected a royal trumpet to sound every time I opened the door!
For breakfast, I devoured a boiled egg that looked like it had a serious identity crisis, a sunny side up egg that was practically winking at me, sausage links that were clearly born for a talent show, pancakes stacked high enough to challenge gravity, delicate crepes just waiting to be unrolled for a runway show, and cupcakes that were so pretty I felt guilty eating them. And there was a mysterious spread that resembled custard cream on bread—clearly, avant-garde cuisine at its finest!
Since we were playing a dangerous game of “when will we eat lunch?”, my mom and a few stealthy adults pulled off a heist, sneaking snacks like we were on a secret mission, just in case we were stranded in the van forever. After our feast fit for royalty, we hopped into the van and headed to Gobustan museum, where the first thing that caught my eye was a bunch of Stone Age folks chilling in their trendy straw huts—definitely the original hipsters!
We wandered into the museum, which seemed to be a time capsule dedicated to the Stone Age, Paleolithic Age, and Neolithic Age—talk about a prehistoric overload! It felt like my grade 3 SST lessons were crashing back like a bad pop quiz. As I gazed at the ancient artworks, I half expected Picasso to pop out from behind a rock and yell, “Whoa, what an amazing masterpiece!”
After a while, some of my friends announced they needed a bathroom break, probably after being overwhelmed by the ancient vibes. So, I took the opportunity to snap some selfies with my trusty camera—who wouldn’t want a photo with friends in front of art older than their great-grandparents? Oh, and I even caught a close-up of a ladybird; I’m pretty sure that counts as another ‘masterpiece’!
Then we decided to ascend the Gobustan mountain, and let me tell you, the view was so spectacular I half-expected a dragon to swoop down and ask for directions! We stumbled upon ancient drawings and historic spots that practically screamed, “Look! People used to party here!” In a nearby shop, we encountered this delightful old lady who was crafting Azerbaijani food known as Qutabi. It was scrumptious—imagine a thin bread stuffed with cheese or greens that could probably convince you to abandon all dietary restrictions! Later, we discovered a trio of antique cars that looked like they were straight out of a museum exhibit titled “Things That Should Absolutely Not Be Driven.”
We hopped in one, which was an adventure in itself, and zoomed off to the mud volcano. The ride felt like a wild amusement park attraction, thanks to our driver who I swear was a grandfather straight out of a sitcom! He navigated roads so thrilling I thought I was on a rollercoaster – without the safety bar, mind you! My ride was a champ, but my buddy’s car needed two people to slam the door shut from the outside—talk about a two-man job!
After we rolled up to the land of volcanoes, I was simply flabbergasted to see grey mud shooting out of the ground like it was competing in an art show! They say this mud is great for skin, but of course, we forgot to bring a bottle—so much for my spa plans! And guess what?
I spotted a volcano that looked like it was just waiting for its lava debut! Meanwhile, my dad and some other adults were getting cozy with the fire as if it were a campfire marshmallow roast. We snapped some unforgettable photos and then hopped back to our van, taking the scenic route in what felt like a rollercoaster ride with our car.
Then we stumbled into a restaurant and decided to try something fancy called Pilaf, which is basically briyani but with a side of dry fruits—because who needs spice, right? We also went wild with spaghetti and fries, because why not mix cultures? And let’s not forget about Qutabi, which sounds exotic but is mostly just delicious. Right next to the restaurant was a fire temple, because obviously, after stuffing ourselves, we needed to learn how this country came to be.
After that, we traipsed over to this mountain whose name escapes me—probably because I was too busy trying to remember where I left my sanity. There was a fire there too, which made me wonder if we’d accidentally wandered onto a camping trip gone wrong. While my friends were risking life and limb on the bridge, I opted for the safer route of browsing the souvenir shop with my mom.
It was cold enough to make penguins look like they were sunbathing, so I snagged a pomegranate fridge magnet—because clearly, my kitchen needed more fruit that doesn’t spoil! To my surprise, I also spotted an exact painting of my two feathered troublemakers; perhaps they were moonlighting as art models. Once my brave friends returned from the mountain’s treacherous side, we headed back to our van, ready to embark on our last adventure of the day—hopefully one without any unnecessary rock climbing!
Our last destination was the Heydar Aliyev Centrum, which was technically closed – because who needs art when you have a great excuse to take selfies? We snapped some pics near the “I Love Baku” sign, and I treated myself to a latte while the others munched on who-knows-what! After our photo op, we squeezed back into our van like a can of overstuffed sausages and headed to the hotel. As for dinner, I was too stuffed from lunch to eat—seriously, I could’ve rolled away! Meanwhile, my friends devoured shawarma, chapati, and dal like they were training for a food Olympics!
I swapped my day clothes for my jammies, looking like a fashion disaster, and sank into bed pondering my epic plans for Azerbaijan—should I climb a mountain or just try not to trip over my own feet while sampling too much baklava?
Now here are some dazzling snapshots I snapped today — brace yourselves for a visual rollercoaster! Enjoy the ride!
Tomorrow, I’ll waltz in with a shiny new adventure that’s more exciting than a cat in a room full of laser pointers!
My winter vacation, which was about as exciting as watching paint dry, has just taken a joyride straight into Awesomeville! Last Thursday, my dad dropped the bombshell that we’re going camping in LIWA! I nearly flipped my lid! Now, for those of you who are scratching your heads about LIWA, don’t sweat it; I’ve got your back. Picture this: the Liwa International Festival, cramming the last few days of the year with more excitement than a cat in a laser pointer fight, is back to jazz up the Al Dhafra desert!
This winter fiesta has been wooing visitors for over two decades, pulling in crowds that could fill a small stadium—like 40,000 people who thought, “What better way to freeze than in the desert?” The Liwa Oasis stretches across an east-west arc longer than your average family road trip—over 100 kilometres—and boasts some of the world’s biggest sand dunes. Seriously, these dunes are taller than your average giraffe at over 150 meters!
Now let’s continue with my story. On Friday, we crashed at our friend’s house like a bunch of travel warriors gearing up for an epic camping adventure, and we stayed over like it was a slumber party! The next day, we revved up the car, and our first pit stop was Al Dhafra Mall, where we refreshed ourselves and snagged lunch—I went for the gourmet delight of vegetable fried rice because, you know, health is wealth! We devoured our lunch in a park nearby, then we were off to LIWA, feeling like serious road trip pros.
After approximately one hour (but it felt like an eternity in the car), we finally reached the camping spot. All the kids darted towards the small sand dunes, which were about two times my height. My mom and the aunties were in full-on culinary battle mode, whipping up mouthwatering meals like barbequed chicken, prawns, and fried fish. Meanwhile, my dad and the uncles were channelling their inner architects, setting up tents like they were building a five-star hotel! The tent I was destined to conquer for the night was a fiery red, my favourite colour—because if you’re camping, you might as well do it in style!
There were a ton of cars that were bravely climbing the monstrous dunes, which were probably a hundred times taller than my wildest dreams. After what felt like a feast fit for royalty, we all snoozed off—well, sort of. I was trying to sleep (more like shivering uncontrollably, thinking I was a human popsicle) when I heard a chatterbox convention breaking out nearby. I peeked outside and spotted all the adults warming up like marshmallows around a campfire they managed to whip up. Naturally, I made my grand escape from the tent and dove into the chaos to join them for a lively round of Antakshari.
The uncles and aunties were joyfully unleashing their hidden talent for singing, while I played the role of the enthusiastic cheerleader, making jokes that were definitely funnier to me than anyone else (I had no clue what ancient tunes they were belting out). After munching on chestnuts—because apparently, it’s a nutty kind of night—we all wished each other good night and finally crashed at 2 am, because who needs sleep when you have late-night shenanigans, right?
After 5 hours and 10 minutes (which my watch insisted was time but felt more like a Netflix binge marathon), I finally woke up. But then—plot twist—a gigantic swimming pool of drainage water had decided to throw a party in the washroom, making it a no-go zone! So, along with everyone else who had urgent nature calls, we awkwardly piled into our cars like sardines and zoomed off to find a functional washroom. When we returned to the campsite, a glorious egg sandwich breakfast awaited us, which was obviously the highlight of our morning. We played for a bit, stuffed everything into the car like we were preparing for a game of Tetris, and then it hit me—my camping adventure was over. Cue the sad trombone!
We agreed to rendezvous at the next petrol station, a hotspot that was about as thrilling as a trip to the DMV, and off we went in my car, packed tighter than a can of sardines with my family, friends, and a little cutie who seemed convinced my lap was the VIP seat of the universe. Before we could actually hit the road, my dad decided we needed an epic desert detour so thrilling it felt like the camels might start throwing confetti. Meanwhile, we transformed the car into our personal disco, blasting music as if we were the next great party on wheels!
After what felt like centuries of him driving, we finally stopped at the next petrol station—also known as “the land of gourmet cuisine,” where we feasted on a meal that was questionable at best: roti, dal that could double as glue, bland ladies’ fingers, and a chicken sneakily misplacing itself in my egg biryani. Once our taste buds recovered from that rollercoaster, we cruised over to another restaurant where my other friends were dining like royalty. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy as I watched them savouring the meal of their lives—roti, mushroom masala, noodles, biryani, and a parade of other deliciousness that made my stomach grumble in protest.
After saying our “see ya later, alligator” goodbyes, my family and I embarked on the treacherous journey back home, just a bunch of road warriors. My dad, being the quintessential gas station hero, decided to pit stop at another petrol bunk where he snagged my mom a lemon tea (because everyone needs a citrus pick-me-up), my sister a watermelon juice (because hydration is key), and an avocado milkshake for me and my dad (the green smoothie brigade strikes again!). After chugging our booster beverages like champions, we finally revved up for home. The moment we arrived, my mom transformed into a spa director, insisting we take hot baths as if we’d just come back from a marathon—or, you know, a long car ride. Post-bath and feeling like new people, we rallied the troops for a culinary escapade at a place called VEGME. We devoured ghee dosa, masala ghee dosa, sambar vada, and mushroom and corn pulao that tasted so good, I half-expected Gordon Ramsay to pop out and yell, “Delicious!” After feasting, my mom and sister went off on a grocery adventure worthy of a reality show (because we needed to stock up on all the essential veggies and fruits), while my dad and I decided that sleep was the ultimate prize. Hours later, my sister and mom returned, their shopping bags bursting (or should I say “groaning”?) under the weight of their victorious haul, only to join us in the great land of slumber.
I thought about all the wild adventures yet to come and dozed off, dreaming of s’mores and firewood fights. My dad even dropped a cheeky hint about another camping trip on New Year’s—because nothing says “ringing in the New Year” like dodging raccoons at 2 AM! Honestly, what better way to celebrate than with a campsite disco featuring those party-loving raccoons? And that, my friends, was my epic camping trip!
Here are some slightly blurred pictures and a video of my trip that will have you questioning my photography skills—my camera must’ve thought it was on a rollercoaster!
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