In June of 2016, I was blessed to return to India for the first time since 1998 when I went with my father and brother. it was the last trip we were ever to take with my father, and sadly I didn't come back with very many photos (the folly of youth).
My father's house in Goa. 1998
Well, I did my best to remedy that this time around, and hopefully my father and brother were with my in spirit.
It was especially meaningful to be in my father's house on father's day.
The Victoria Train Station in Mumbai.
Flora fountain, great shopping around here in the area called Colaba.
This was some guerilla style photography. These guys were out doing tourist pictures, and turning around prints on the spot with printers in their satchels! That's some hustle...
Didn't have long in Mumbai before I headed to New Delhi for the first leg of the trip. I saw some of the sights including Qutub Minar. But my favorite was shopping in the market near Janpath. Qutub minar (pictured below) in case you didn't know is allegedly the tallest monolithic brick structure in the world.
Next on the agenda was Humayun's Tomb, an islamic tomb close second in grandeur to the Taj Mahal.
Then to the India Gate.
Those with no fear of hepatitis can get a tattoo from some shady looking dudes in the park.
The Indian houses of parliament were next for a quick drive by sight.
The next day I made the drive to Agra (about 4 hours by car.
And we made it just in time to drive by the red fort and catch the Taj Mahal at sunset. Though we had to run to get a ticket in time.
The next morning, I was up at the crack of dawn to catch sunrise at the Taj Mahal.
In case you've ever wondered what it looks like behind the Taj Mahal.
My classic travel picture tradition:
The view from my hotel window.
Then it was time for the 2nd leg of the trip, Varanasi. This place was crazy hot, so I didn't venture out as much as I would have liked, but I did get to see the ghats along the river ganges, witness a funeral, and the customary bathing.
Then, for the final leg of the country tour, I went to my father's place of birth, Goa. Now, some people wonder why my last name ends in an s and not a z, well the short answer is that Goa is a Portuguese colony, so the influence is very visible there.
Goa has changed quite a bit in the last 20 years, and sadly not much for the beter. Tucked behind this mediocre restaurant is my father's family house.
A wedding portrait of my paternal grand parents.
My Aunt, Meena.
A prophetic kodak shop.
My Aunt's husband Mohan.
All beaches pretty much look the same to me. But here's Calangute beach in Goa. Usually warm waters, but this was during the monsoon season, so it was a bit unseasonable.
My cousin's husband Allan took me to see Cliffs near Fort Aguada in Goa, a great landscape photo spot.
The best place I found for eating in Goa.