The squalid, stifling slums of Mumbai

In Part 3 of a four-part series, Gerry Feehan explores one square kilometre that will forever be seared into his memory

The squalid, stifling slums of MumbaiIt was in the rooftop restaurant of the InterContinental Hotel in Mumbai that we first encountered Joe Tourist. He was at the other end of the open-air bistro, ordering sushi. “Hey,” he shouted across the floor at the flustered waiter, “make that four tuna belly and throw in an extra order of unagi.” Ordering sushi…

The world’s most perfect building does not disappoint

In the second of a four-part series on India, Gerry Feehan visits the Taj Mahal and the blessed Ganges

The world’s most perfect building does not disappointThe Taj Mahal in Agra, India, was commissioned in 1632 by the Mughal emperor Shah Jahan in memory of his favourite wife Mumtaz Mahal. Constructed of ivory marble inlaid with semi-precious stones, the Taj Mahal is described as the world’s most perfect building. The Taj does not disappoint. The grand mausoleum is best viewed in…

The flavour, energy and urgency of India unfold spontaneously

In Part 1 of a four-part series, Gerry Feehan avoids ‘Delhi belly’ and discovers that India is a photographer’s paradise

The flavour, energy and urgency of India unfold spontaneouslyThis is the first in a four-part series on India. “India. Are you nuts?” an incredulous friend remarked. “Why would you want to go there? It’s dirty, crowded, smelly and full of stray cows.” So I was anxious as I stared out the window of the 787 Dreamliner on descent into New Delhi after a…

Lake O’Hara Lodge: a timeless Rocky Mountain beauty

At every turn, a mind-blowing vista opened before us. But always – far below – lay Lake O’Hara, an artist’s palette in aquamarine

Lake O’Hara Lodge: a timeless Rocky Mountain beautyA Red Deer friend described Lake O’Hara Lodge in Yoho National Park, B.C., as the most beautiful place she’d ever been. My wife and I have done our share of travel to exotic and wonderful places so my expectations for our three-day visit to O’Hara were tempered with a grain of salt. The lodge, accessible…

Off the beaten track in Hawaii

A week with the free spirits of Hana, replete with bevvies and grind, green eggs, and an elusive hunt for wild boar

Off the beaten track in HawaiiThe village of Hana is on the quiet ‘windward’ side of Maui. Windward is a euphemism for rainy. Precipitation here averages 300 inches (7,600 ml) a year. No person of sound judgment would live in a place where an inch of rain in an afternoon is considered a light drizzle. Most tourists endure the gruelling…

Off the beaten track in Hawaii

The village of Hana is on the quiet ‘windward’ side of Maui. Windward is a euphemism for rainy. Precipitation here averages 300 inches (7,600 ml) a year. No person of sound judgment would live in a place where an inch of rain in an afternoon is considered a light drizzle. Most tourists endure the gruelling…

Off the beaten track in Hawaii

The village of Hana is on the quiet ‘windward’ side of Maui. Windward is a euphemism for rainy. Precipitation here averages 300 inches (7,600 ml) a year. No person of sound judgment would live in a place where an inch of rain in an afternoon is considered a light drizzle. Most tourists endure the gruelling…

Off the beaten track in Hawaii

The village of Hana is on the quiet ‘windward’ side of Maui. Windward is a euphemism for rainy. Precipitation here averages 300 inches (7,600 ml) a year. No person of sound judgment would live in a place where an inch of rain in an afternoon is considered a light drizzle. Most tourists endure the gruelling…

Off the beaten track in Hawaii

The village of Hana is on the quiet ‘windward’ side of Maui. Windward is a euphemism for rainy. Precipitation here averages 300 inches (7,600 ml) a year. No person of sound judgment would live in a place where an inch of rain in an afternoon is considered a light drizzle. Most tourists endure the gruelling…

Pleasure and pain: tree skiing at Whistler

The 2010 Olympics ended nearly eight years ago but the party carries on. The hills and streets echo with languages and accents from around the globe

Pleasure and pain: tree skiing at WhistlerI was navigating a black-diamond run at the end of our last day in Whistler. The path dropped through a steep mogul field, then narrowed to a single track in thick forest. I veered hard right through a tiny opening between two Douglas fir trees. I emerged blindly from the dark boughs. Terra firma vanished.…