Tom Kenning

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Simply looking to share a few observations combined with my favourite travel experiences.

I've travelled through India 3 times, South East Asia 3 times, Madagascar and much of Europe. I've taught English in Thailand and Madagascar. I've also written articles for the 'New Indian Express' Newspaper in Bangalore.



Travel Blog Posts


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April 20th 2012

‘But if one is idle, surely it is depressing to live year after year among the ashes of things that once were mighty’. This statement about Rome in Henry James’s novel Roderick Hudson makes for a persuasive argument, but I would argue that Rome’s lackadaisical atmosphere, which revels in disorganization and lounging in the streets, must be one of the most contented in Europe. What follows is a list of things that I observed in the city where the Old world meets the New world with charm and artistry; A Roman Holiday: - As opposed to some of the metropolis capitals of Europe, there is an overriding feeling of space in Rome. The cobbled streets aren’t catered for rushing industry and to stroll around the wide and historic streets is not to be hounded by other ... read more



India's Life With Garbage

Published: April 11th 2012Asia » India » Jammu & Kashmir » Jammu City
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August 31st 2011

Apart from the sensual overload of sights, smells, noise and people, probably the first thing a foreigner notices on arrival in India is the pollution and litter. Even amongst the decrepit housing, animals wandering the streets and the unwholesome smells, it is often the litter and garbage that stands out most notably. In his 2003 publication ‘Rewriting Indian History’, Francois Gautier put forward the theory that, as a spiritual leader of the world, India and its inhabitants have a reputation for being more introspective and inward-looking than other peoples, which is why the beautiful country has such little regard for its environment. Internal happiness aside, trash has created utter turmoil in India’s external surroundings. Deforestation levels are indeed unsustainable in many parts of the country although, admittedly, Indian landscapes are in far less danger than the ... read more



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August 19th 2011

I am a 35 metre tall statue of Maitreya Buddha. I stare down the Shyok river towards Pakistan from Diskit Gompa. This valley, where I sit, is situated just a couple of hours drive down from the world’s highest motorable pass, Khardung La (17,582ft). On the other side of this formidable pass lies Ladakh's Capital city, Leh. I am the fourth incarnation of the Buddha and, without my legs crossed, I sit in a western posture on a throne. Legend has it that I am yet to arrive on earth, but as a statue hoisted by an artificial platform, I can be seen from anywhere around the Shyok Valley. I reflect on the world around me... A plateau of cornfields surrounds my statue and Diskit village. Sand makes up the desert here rather than dust and ... read more



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August 8th 2011

Hiring two-wheelers from “Himalaya bikes” near the main street of Leh, we headed past Chilling and the Zanskar River towards our destination, the province of Dha-Hanu in the far west of Ladakh. “Himalaya bikes” is a very good place to hire motorbikes in Leh by the way. The people running it are very reasonable and prices are astoundingly cheap. We took a detour to Likir to see the Dalai Lama’s occasional residency. The statue of the Buddha surrounded by the bright ladakhi flowers was wonderful to behold A further detour to Yangthang took us through Nevada like scenery with layered drops of sandstone and moonlike panoramas. We turned back where the road became extremely bumpy. We passed a long military convoy of 30 or so trucks and then became completely covered in exhaust fumes from all ... read more



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August 6th 2011

After white-water rafting the Zanskar river, My Danish friend and I headed out on motorbikes. I was on a Yamaha and my friend on an Enfield Thunderbird. We speeded out from Leh in the early morning, leaving behind the dusty clouds of traffic. On the way to Karu fuel station, we visited Stakna Gompa with amazing views of the Indus valley. I actually spent all day trying to start the bike in gears 2 and 3, not even in neutral, so luckily by the next day as we ascended the world’s third highest motorable pass, Chang La, I had it nailed. We slept in Tahktog, east of Leh, an incredibly remote place with dogs barking right outside all night and altitude making sleep impossible. The locals reminded me of hilltribe villagers in Thailand, the young girls ... read more



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July 29th 2011

Rujul kicks back in an armchair and looks over the valley towards Old Manali from his Vashisht guesthouse. With intensity he draws on his trusty chillum and looks at me with his dark Keralan face. At 39 years old he looks just 29. His face shows experience, but playfulness can be seen in his brown eyes and pointy features. I ask how he came to be a guest house worker in the Himalayas. He exhales thick smoke through his nose and proceeds to tell me about his whole life... Rujul began: “I was born in Goa, but my family was from Kerala. My dad was in the army earning 150 rupees a month (around 3 American dollars today) whereas my mother was a higher rank in the army earning 570 rupees a month. My father had ... read more



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May 1st 2009

3 hours drive north of Madagascar’s capital, Antananarivo, is a small agricultural town named Anjozorobe. It is surrounded by green hills and enormous stretches of rice paddies. Local farmers are certainly liable to the slash and burn culture, which means there are few trees about, but the production of nutritious red rice still has high yields. People wear a huge array of hats. Some don more traditional straw trilbies and sun hats while others adorn a whole range of hats imported by foreign aid charities. American clothes dominate as a result of this. Traditional garb seems rather distant. While I was teaching, the main high school even held a beauty pageant, which although extremely popular, seemed to borrow its entire process from an outside world. Students dressed in tennis gear and brandishing a tennis racket to ... read more



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April 29th 2009

After two days of being violently ill in Paharganj, trapped in a stuffy and windowless hotel room, I took a 36 hour train from Delhi to Bangalore. At 6am the train passed through the Delhi slums on the way out. Locals sat on the side of the railway, each with a plastic bottle ready to answer the call of nature. Other men, presumably employed, tapped idly on the track with chisels without really achieving anything. The chai-wallahs were on top form with the full range of vending possibilities. ‘Samosi Samosa’ was said in a nasal android tone at high volume. ‘Chai Chaiee’, ‘coffi coffeeee’, ‘veg pakora’, ‘veg non-veg’, ‘chicken cutlette’, ‘omlette’, ‘veg biryani – chicken biryani’, ‘ masala chai.’ Heading through the rarely visited Madhya Pradesh in the centre of the country, the landscape initially became ... read more



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April 23rd 2009

‘Man’s best friend’, as dogs are often named in developed nations, couldn’t be a more inappropriate term for the dogs of India. The number of stray dogs in India is simply staggering. Some dogs have been so badly treated that they have come to fear humans, even those who try to feed them. Instead of jumping at the chance for free food many Indian dogs cower and whimper away from the human hand. I believe Indian dogs have got even more character than domesticated dogs, however, because on two occasions, the tenacious and street-wise dogs of India have come to the rescue. On the first occasion, leaving a party in the early hours of the morning in Goa, two dogs took it upon themselves to guide me and 4 companions back to the main road, guiding ... read more



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March 30th 2009

Budget travellers can avoid the cost of flying in to Srinagar from Delhi by taking the winding road up from Jammu to observe the spectacular terraced agriculture and gushing river valleys of Kashmir state. It is a crammed highway, however, and the views can be eclipsed by outrageous and unnerving driving manoeuvres. Regarding the insurgency, the safest and quickest options are the somu mini-vans. Having completed mandatory registration with Indian officials, crossing into the Kashmir valley past the bright mustard fields and piles of Kashmir Willow cricket bats, approaching what has been in recent years the highest battlefield on earth, is a remarkable experience. Numerous proud signposts greeting you to “Kashmir Valley - Paradise on Earth” are often ironically framed by armed soldiers. If military presence deters you then Srinagar should be avoided. Throughout the valley ... read more






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