Author: Alexandra Thompson

In the middle of a sweltering afternoon in Oaxaca, I was crouched on a cracked terracotta floor, a bottle of…

In the middle of a monsoon‑soaked night in a tiny tea house on the banks of the Ganges, I found…

In the sweltering heat of a Delhi rooftop cafe, I felt my stomach churn like the monsoon clouds gathering above—an…

Halfway through a monsoon night in a tiny house on the banks of the Ganges, I was watching the copper…

In the middle of a monsoon‑soaked evening in a modest home in Kerala, I perched on a cracked wooden stool,…

In the middle of a blistering June afternoon, I found myself hunched over a steaming bowl of lentil soup in…

I was halfway through a midnight tea ceremony in a cramped hotel room perched on the slopes of the Himalayas,…

I was asleep on a night in my London flat, hum of the street below barely masking the distant call…

In a stone kitchen perched on an Andean hillside, I was scrambling to rescue a basket of wilted quinoa that…

I was perched on a wooden stool in a Delhi market, the scent of cumin and mangoes swirling around me,…