Ireland is a beautiful country. I would never tire of gazing at the lush green landscape. Dotted with castles with tall tales of giants and leprechauns.
As I arrive in Poland, the temperature is one degree and dropping. I feel I'm turning blue and I could swear my backpack was several kilos lighter in the morning. The thirty-minute walk to my hostel feels never ending. Tithiya Sharma writes.
In the middle of prosperous cosmopolitan Europe, I saw beggars and was warned by several locals not to give them any money and to watch my belongings when I was around them. It was the same story from Dublin to Berlin to Warsaw and now in Prague in the Czech Republic.
A few weeks ago Hungary faced its most daunting ecological disaster. A reservoir at an aluminium refinery ruptured, sending a wave of toxic sludge across three counties, and into the Danube River.
He has a glimmer in his eyes. “I like working with my hands,” he says and holds up his right hand with two missing fingers.
I love Paris. Even when someone steals my bag. My second morning in Paris — it was cold and raining. I was alive in the moment, blissfully aware that I was in one of the most beautiful cities in the world, nearing the end of six months of travelling solo across three continents.
I’ve been on the move for a half a year and the past week has been the slowest I’ve spent in all that time.
Aaah Amsterdam! A Mecca of pleasures and indulgences and the perfect city to head to for a little mid-trip 'rest and relaxation'.
The greatest lesson I've learnt on this journey is to never again doubt the ability of a single inspired person to change the world. Meeting Jos Ruijs reinforced my faith further. Tithiya Sharma writes.
It all started with a nationwide march across 23 cities, in 2002 - in response to an epidemic of violent crimes against young Muslim women that were perpetrated by Muslim male gangs in the infamous Parisian suburbs called Cites (pronounced See-tay) - low-cost housing projects. Tithiya Sharma writes.
Six months ago, I set out to spend a year looking for adventure and inspiration. I packed up my life in a backpack and took the proverbial leap of faith. Did I find what I was looking for, asks Tithiya Sharma
I'm back in the country. My 5th day here started with an eight hour drive through potholed highways and dry, uninspiring landscape from Pune to Beed district in Marathwada region in Maharashtra.
It bothers me immensely to watch images broadcast in western media, of Indians living in abject poverty. I thought it excessive that stories about India centered on rampant corruption, mismanagement of projects and finances and the deprivation that stems from it; discrediting and ridiculing us as an emerging super power.
Two women knocked at my door and greeted me with outstretched hands and smiling faces. Rajni and Manju had come to take me along on a fact finding mission to a nearby village.
Around the world in 54 weeks. Destination: Mumbai