Things to do in Kohima

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En route to Dimapur. This photo was taken somewhere between Calcutta and Dimapur using an iPhone 6 and Olloclip lens attachment.

Wowza (I’m told this is what them young’uns are saying nowadays)— it has been an age since my last post. I’m not sure where to start, so I think I’ll skip the excuses and apologies, and start from the present (ish). Besides, it’s not like anyone reads this apart from my mother and grandmother, right? I know they read it, because I get an earful when I travel and don’t blog. But also because I get lots of useful interesting feedback. Like when Madre told me to post more pictures of the food I’m eating (not because she’s a foodie, mind you— but so she can keep a tab on my lifestyle choices). Or like when Nani dearest tells me my Instagram feed doesn’t have enough (read: no) pictures of me— she says it might ‘attract more people’ and it’s what ‘most other travel bloggers seem to do’. (Wise one, she is, but I stand firmly by my travel photos only rule.)**

I recently finished a tour of India’s northeast. The so-called ‘Seven Sisters’: seven states, which include Assam; Meghalaya; Sikkim; Mizoram; Nagaland; Tripura; and Manipur, are each beguiling in their own way.

Having visited Sikkim last year, my first stop this year was Nagaland. Nagaland, an oft* forgotten destination in terms of tourism, was the 16th state to join Independent India. The land of the Naga peoples (ergo, the name ‘Nagaland’, duh) is a collection of seventeen tribes, all within one state.

If it were a sister, Nagaland would be the youngest one. Pretty, with lots of potential, but no suitors. (Harsh, but true.)

But first, a little history

In as late as the 1960s, tribal culture (in its truest sense) was blooming, and the land was safe from the spoils of the modern world. The people were of the land, for the land, and respected the land and its bounds. Inter-tribal rivalry was prevalent, and the practice of headhunting— collecting trophies of enemy heads— was last recorded as late as 1969. In part, the evolution of tribes peoples to the amalgamated ‘Naga’ people is due to the spread of Christianity in the region: close to 95% of people in the state identify themselves as Christians today. Also with thanks to the Welsh (who brought Christianity to the region) is the unusual combination of Latin scripts with Naga languages

Although tribes are still present and visible in their own right, tribal lifestyle is restricted solely to the countryside. Headhunting is no longer practiced, and it is rare to see people in full tribal garb in Kohima, the state capital other than on special occasions or during the Hornbill Festival. Animosity amongst tribes is diminishing, and their languages and dialects— the most in any single Indian state— a total of 89.

Economically, Nagaland has a lot of potential. Agriculture— specifically crop cultivation— is its biggest industry, but there is heaps of room for ecotourism and dairy farming. Like, lot. Unfortunately, development is slow, and the only tourism the state sees is during the Hornbill Festival.



It started, as most journeys do, with a single step extensive research. Because, you know (🤓). Several travel guides and TripAdvisor reviews (and a few days) later, I was on my way.

I arrived in Dimapur, a town in the plains of Nagaland, after a five-hour flight from Delhi. Kohima, the state capital, was still another 3 hours away. So, after a gruelling few hours of well-fashioned Indian roads (read: the lack thereof. Or, in some instances, the prayer for the lack thereof— because sometimes, no road is better than pothole-cratered road) I reached Kohima. Sore all over, but especially on my erm— sit upon, shall we say?— I was at ease when this view graced my eyes:

Oh, actually, I lie. I had a rest-stop about midway through. The tin can on wheels, a Bolero, my choice of transportation halted briefly at a charming, Hemingway-esque tea stall named Chapru. Where, as one would imagine, I had tea. The stall was fairly large (and in truth, more of a rest-stop-cum-souvenir-shop). One end of the so-called stall jutted into the Nagaland countryside… on stilts! Nothing but bamboo below my feet hither:


The palm-thatched roof, and bamboo parquet floors were, of course, the icing on the cake:



Once in Kohima, I spent the remainder of the day exploring the city, avec Olloclip— a lens attachment for the iPhone, which I am in love with (shh, don’t tell my Canon). We, Ollo and I (we’re on a first name basis now), stumbled across a few fresh markets. So fresh, in fact, that the meat was still living:

The fresh produce was pretty epic, too:

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They grow a lot of pineapple (delish), alongside passion fruit, ginger and star fruit (high in Vitamin C, did you know? You did? Well, aren’t we a knowitall.)

Dotted around the fresh markets, were Blender’s Prides bottles, filled to the brim with a goldeny liquid: honey. Honey, unbeknownst to me (despite all the research) is a specialty of the region. The Nagas have been bee keeping since the days of yore, and their selections of honey really do reflect how well they’ve honed the craft. Now, I love honey as much as the next person (which is to say, I like it… but in moderation), but didn’t buy any to take back (I’m headed to Bhutan and I’m visiting from Australia, where Manuka is the IT thing— not to mention taking foodstuffs through customs is a no-no). On a side note, if you plan on buying honey in Nagaland, buy it from an established seller; street side vendors have been known to adulterate on occasion.

Early to bed, early to rise?

Markets in Kohima close fairly early (5 PM or so), there’s little to do afterwards beyond taking in fresh air (a luxury after my recent halt in Delhi), and settling down with a cup of something Irish.

I feel like it’s important to state at some point (and I think this is that point), that Nagaland is a dry state. No. Alcohol. Anywhere. Not legal stuff, anyway. So detox while you visit, or carry some hooch with you in a hip flask or five (I may have done this).

Anyhow, it goes to say that the coolish (15C) weather and night cap(s) had me in bed by 10.00 or so that first night.

Cloudy, with a chance of pakoras

Despite my early start to the next day, c. o500 hrs  (I was— and am— trying, desperately, to become a morning person), I missed the morning hues of the rising sun. Why, you ask? Clouds. Everywhere:

Why one needs to keep their UV filter on them at all times

Kohima War Cemetery

Grey day aside, I ticked the first must-see site off my list that morning: the Kohima War Cemetery. The cemetery serves as a memorial that replaces the original one on Garrison Hill for the 1st Battalion of the Royal Berkshire Regiment, and all the other troops lost in the Battle of Kohima.

Little known fact: between 4 April – 22 June 1944, soldiers from Australia, Canada, Great Britain, and the Raj joined forces against the Japanese as they advanced forward from Burma (now Myanmar). The Allied troops won, but casualties on both sides were colossal (over 4,000 for the Allies and close to 6,000 for the Japanese).

Another little known fact: India lost 23,000 soldiers in the war (which is higher than Australia and New Zealand individually). Unfortunately, post-Indian independence from the British, veterans didn’t get the recognition they earned.

Now, if there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that I have a slight  moderate  love of cemeteries. Not because I’m a weirdo whose morbidly fascinated with death. Au contraire, mon ami: I like them because I love life. I think a reminder of death is a great way to remember you’re alive, and you should be living.

Long story short, I have this habit of walking through cemeteries. Reading gravestones, in particular, is something I find therapeutic. Taking in messages from loved ones, some with the odd inside joke; taking note of people’s ages at the time of their death (nothing saddens me more than someone my age or younger who died before their time); and, of course, fresh flowers on a gravesite are all cathartic in my eyes. With regards to the last one, I have this romantic notion that husbands, wives, children, or grandchildren come to sit and talk to their lost ones. To say thanks, to say sorry, and perhaps to mumble sweet nothings before they leave a bouquet and go.

There were, I noted, no fresh flowers the day I visited.

Needless to say, the visit to the cemetery touched me deeply. In part because of my grandfather—a retired Air Marshal who served in the IAF. In part because the freedom we have today is something we take for granted (and are fortunate to do so). And, in part, because the perfectly manicured grounds are home to hundreds of identical granite graves. Some nameless. Some as young as 17. All from different walks of life, and different religious backgrounds. Fighting so deeply for a cause they believed in.

Depressing, I know.

I remember leaving the cemetery stewing in thought, and starving. I happen upon a restaurant in the city, not far from the cemetery: “Hungry Joe’s”. I’d describe it, but I feel as though photos would be more fitting:

I got a plate of vegetable pakoras (fritters) and local ice cream (Nagaland dairies are where the future’s at, I tell ya).

Nagaland State Museum, Kohima

I’d expected a lot from the museum since the TripAdvisor reviews were stellar, and the overall 4/5 star rating had me convinced.

I was, however, somewhat disappointed. I won’t stray too much here, but feel free to read my review. I’d still recommend a visit, though, since there are few other museums to choose from ( especially during the off-season). Despite all its flaws, the museum does well against Don Bosco Centre for Indigenous Cultures, too.

Trekking, trekking, trekking

Nagaland, in my mind, with its scenic beauty is best explored on foot, with a camera. The Dzukou Valley is stunning, as is Japfu Peak— and treks to both are a must-do, according to      most travel guides. Unfortunately, visiting in July (when the weather is wet, and foggy), provides both poor hiking conditions, and disappointing views.

Heritage Village

Naga Heritage Village, Kohima. A hut in the architectural style of the Sumi tribe.


Heritage Village, a tourist attraction during the Hornbill Festival is mostly deserted during this time of year (read: so much nicer to visit). It was abandoned when I visited, and the WWII Museum was locked, but walking around the tribal huts and taking in views of Kohima from there was quite enjoyable. That said, there’s really nothing to do or see there if you visit during off-season (read: so maybe just visit in December, when it’s abuzz with drumming and tribal dances, harrumph).

I want to leave this post on a high note, so here’s a touch-me-not plant I touched (duh) en route to Dimapur from Kohima:

The leaves of the touch-me-not close when touched (ergo, the name 'touch-me-not'). According to #Angami superstition, if you can pluck a branch without the leaves closing you will meet and marry the person of your dreams. According to #science botanists are still confused as to why these plants close their leaves (it's not very energy efficient, and it disrupts photosynthesis). The general consensus; however is obvious– it's a defense mechanism. Like how some use humour. Or pepper spray . . . . . . #botany #botanybay #botanylab #nature #plants #vsco #vscocam #flower #flowerpower #plantporn #416florist #flowers #plantsofinstagram #cactus #florist #iphone6 #love #millmountain #nagaland #plantsarecool #india #portrait #roadtrip #succulent #sydney #tbt #texture #tree Powered by @TagOmatic

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As usual, the above was a shameless self-plug 😁So humour me. And if you’re not already following me on Instagram (@akanksha.s), now would be the time to hop aboard.

On a side note, what did you think of the new layout? Fan, not a fan? (I’m looking at you, Nani.) As always, let me know. Or don’t— it’s a free world (but do, please).

Until next time,

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* Yes, I still use ‘oft’. Really.

** And food. Because, really, what is life without food?


Meanwhile on Instagram: Monks playing Carrom

I post this, not because I have nothing else to post (read: I don’t– I’m hard at work as far as university and work goes), but to remind myself (and hopefully you, too), that happiness comes in all shapes and sizes.

I have no idea why, when I read this quote by Charles Spurgeon, I was reminded of this photo.

To any friends and family reading–

As for why I was reading quotes by the likes of Charles Spurgeon, the so-called ‘Prince of Preachers’, being an atheist, that’s a longish story for another day. The short version of said story; however, is that I like to keep an open mind. Well, I try to, anyway.



A reminder: World Toilet Day 🚽Nov. 19

World Toilet Day on Nov. 19! Show your support by considering a donation to one of these amazing charities if you are so inclined 😊

I want to get real for a second, and talk about World Toilet Day on November 19, and some charities I support.

#FunFact– it's World Toilet Day on Nov. 19 🚽 This photo was taken in Siem Reap, Cambodia, at Kampong Phluk. Kampong Phluk is a village on stilts, on Tonlé Sap, SE Asia's largest freshwater lake. Rather than remind everyone that water is a limited resource, drought is a reality for many in Brazil at the moment, and not everyone has access to potable water, I thought I'd spread the word about some pretty cool charities (do your own research on them, though, don't just take my word for it) Charity: Water (@charitywater) provides clean drinking water to people in the developing world. Their website is full of awesome campaign ideas and inspiration (one guy raffled off his beard to raise funds, one group of friends drove a rickshaw across India, and a five year old girl asked for donations for her birthday instead of dolls) (@water) I'm not just tooting this charity because I sort of like (read: love) Matt Damon. Apart from building wells, these guys educate people on the importance of hygiene. Waves for Water (@wavesforwater) These guys provide people with the tools they need to gain access to clean drinking water. An MVP filtration system filters up to 1 million gallons water, and costs 50 USD. If you're in Australia, that's a little over the cost of four six packs. 🍺 #instagridsapp #panoramic #siemreap #cambodia #toilets #drinkingwater #water #worldtoiletday

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PS– this image looks way better on Instagram, in grid view (see below), so be sure to follow me on Instagram (@akanksha.s)– it’s sort of like watching Avatar in 3D, vs without (which is still OK, but not wowzers!). Self-plug over.

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PPS– Apologies in advance for the lack of posts over the next week or so, ’tis exam season hither (in Australia), and shall then be travel season for some of us (namely me). December shall be spam season though, so count your blessings!

Honest review: Mint Museum of Toys, Singapore

A while back I posted this on my Instagram:

And more recently, I posted this:

Which leads me to a more in-depth review of the Mint Museum of Toys. I was too lazy to format text after copy/pasting from TripAdvisor, so please bear with this screen grab (and my apparent listlessness):

As with most things, don’t believe what I have to say (read: but do) and check out some of the more positive reviews before telling me I’m a difficult-to-please sort of person with too much time on my hands (read: the former is entirely true, but the latter is but a wish).

Goodbye and godspeed

All ze best  (What are we? middle-aged and putting on a bad French accent?!)

Happy travels


Sigiriya, Sri Lanka and a heck of a lot of nerdiness

Being the sort of nerd that I am, whenever we go anywhere (and I mean ANYWHERE), I download academic papers on points of interest. Here's a little known fact about the #Sigiriya cave paintings I stumbled upon while reading about them in an art history paper, c. 1944– they are 'real fresco'. Fresco is a technique where paint is lain on top of wet plaster, so the colours are sturdy. This was a #hotdebate in the art history world until the paper in reference came out (on my blog) because of the similarities between the Sigiriya paintings and the #Ajanta paintings. The latter are 'tempera' paintings, where the paint is mixed with a medium, and layered. Anyhow, to cut a long story short, even though the two sets of paintings have a similar style, they're different in technique.

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The paper in reference– “A Short Note on the Technique of the Sigiriya Pictures“, by DB Dhanapala

Sigiriya, Sri Lanka