My family and I went on a holiday to Kolar Gold fields. We stayed in a resort(farm) called Morritt Farms. We stayed there for 2 days. Over there we played cricket. We also went on a bullock cart ride. On the ride we kept on getting off the bullock cart and run in front and take pictures of the bullocks. We even saw deer. My father's friend also came with us. He is a German and he gifted us a card game. My father's friend was teaching my father mother and my sister how to play because the instructions were in German. The game they played was called Great Dal Muti (translated from German to english). That night there was a campfire. The fire was very big in the beginning. After about 45 minutes the wood was all burnt. We left for home early next day. We enjoyed our trip a lot.
Route 15 : Muscat-Nizwa The parents, seemingly forever, had been planning a trip to Oman. Why Oman? Well, that’s a question I asked myself too. My dad, in the 90s, spent close to a decade in the UAE but barring a work trip, had never visited Oman. Fast forward to the 21 st century, countless Oman Air flights from India to Europe later, he found himself stranded in Muscat. A ‘technical difficulty’ they said. He visited the Sultan Qaboos Mosque but didn’t get to see much more – it was only a 24-hour layover. However, the constant propaganda he was subjected to via the in-flight entertainment, and the cabin crew he made conversation with, convinced him that the country has a lot to offer. A friend from the UAE, who spoke highly of Oman, apparently also played a role. The parents had their mind set on Oman. The stars aligned and clubbing together a bunch of bank holidays in India, they decided on visiting in April. Unfortunately, or fortunately (the jury is still out), ...
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