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Yesterday we walked around Papeete to see the colourful murals decorating many of the buildings in the capital. We had noticed them on a quick tour on the night when we landed in Tahiti.

Growing up in Mauritius where more than half of the population are of Indian descent and being used to Indo-Mauritian customs give you a sense of familiarity with India. Countless travel shows and documentaries, and the ability to google any information you need about the country further reinforce the sentiment. But, my trip to Hyderabad and New Delhi earlier this month taught me that India was much more than I had imagined.

When you’re there, India is about having spicy dishes for breakfast, lunch, and dinner; it is about being bewildered by the cacophonous and chaotic flow of cars, motorcycles, auto-rickshaws, and pedestrians, and wondering how anyone managed to navigate that; and, it is about watching your Indian hosts use English to converse because India is so vast that they do not even speak the same  language and that it will never be possible for you—a foreigner—to know India fully.

But India was not all new experiences. The hospitality, especially, was reminiscent of life in Mauritius: the casual way the hotel receptionist offered to walk three miles to the mall after her shift to make a purchase for me, the fact that our hosts kept turning up at 1.30 p.m. when we had agreed to meet at 12.30 p.m., and when we became worried about missing our flight because they insisted on making a detour for us to visit Taj Mahal followed by a night tour of New Delhi and a stop at the famous Haldiram’s for aloo paratha and butter milk.

Eleven years after my previous visit, I got to spend three amazing days in Rodrigues.

As I transferred files from the Nikon D200, I realised that I hadn’t used the camera since January. The keepers make me glad that I forced myself to shoot the Farnborough Airshow this year.

The above photo was taken with the D200 and a vintage manual Sirius 70-210mm f/4-5.6. I had to frequently adjust the exposure because the light constantly changed. The trick, I found, was to place the clouds at +2 EV—as per the zone system— and let the exposure just be in the rest of the frame.

I’m impressed with Photo Ninja. It restored this picture, which was under-exposed by about 2 EV. It also removed much of the noise that was produced in recovering shadow details.

I wish you all a very Happy New Year. I hope that 2013 was a good year and that 2014 will be an even better one.

This picture reminds me of the festive atmosphere in London on the last day of 2008 as we wandered around, waiting for the NYE celebrations to begin.

I had never thought of Poland as a great tourist destination. But after spending five days in Wroclaw, I’m ready to go back. The city has beautiful landmarks, great food, and amazing people.

Here is a close-up picture of the love padlocks on Most Tumski—a most original expression of love and friendship.

My pet peeve when travelling on the Paris Metro was stopping at one station and following confusing signs down endless corridors only to end up at a different station a couple of blocks from our intended destination.

My favourite photography genre is candid. I like pictures that are unique combinations of events, feelings, and places. While a beautiful landscape can be re-visited and a portrait re-created, a moment remains truly unique.

I thought I wouldn’t enjoy wandering in a strange city, but I quite liked our Parisian strolls. We might even go back.