India is one of the most demanding and fascinating tourist destinationsDestinations in Asia. India is a large land mass, the three sides is covered, like a peninsula facing the sea. – It has three main geographical regions of the Himalayas, the Indo-Gangetic Plain and the Peninsula. India is a veritable mosaic of landscapes and the environment. The variety of climatic zones in India with its strong contrasts is an important factor to take tours for tourists in India. The country is a land for all seasons. Here, all seasons, winter, monsoon, spring and summertheir presence. In all seasons, while on tour in India, you can smell the fragrance of Indian culture.

During each year India can offer a wonderful selection of destinations and experiences. In summer, when the fire, there are many picturesque villages of non-Himalayan and Himalayan mountain. Srinagar, Gulmarg, Pahalgam, Shimla, Kullu, Manali, Mussoorie, Nainital, Darjeeling, Shilong, Mount Abu, Kodaikanal etc. are some hillside village in India, life comfortable in the heatWeather seasons. India has many cool trails. While Himachal tour you can enjoy numerous hiking and trekking cool hill stations. India has also many beautiful beaches, fresh air in summer and provide warmth in winter. If you wish to spend their holidays on the beaches, Goa tour can be much more attractive.

During the coming winter cities in India living with cultural music and dance. In the spring festival of India provides for touristsEyes. There are a lot of buzz everywhere offers flora and fauna, the most beautiful natural monuments.

You can taste the delights of the Indian monsoon in the country. lush green rice fields, the attention of tourists. In the monsoon, nature comes alive and the peacocks dance. While touring Rajasthan, you can enjoy the natural beauty of monsoon and desert of Rajasthan in a camel safari in Rajasthan. Since the best time to visit the desert of Rajasthan and north-westIndian Himalayan region is during the monsoon.

Because of geographical and climatic diversity, India has many national parks and nature reserves. Some well-known national nature reserves include Corbett, Kanha, Sariska, Periyar, Ranthambore and Bharatpur.

It is often said that India is the land of beautiful monuments. Rajasthan has many imperial monuments, palaces, forts, which have their historical importance. The place and the most famous monuments of India is the Taj Mahal, one ofworld's greatest architectural achievements and one of the seven wonders of the world. E 'was built by Mughal emperor Shah Jahan in memory of his beloved wife Mumtaz Mahal.

If you are traveling in North India, your tour circuit is incomplete without a part in one of the most popular tourist destinations, the so-called Golden Triangle.
Golden Triangle tour covering Delhi (capital of India, you can see where the unique blend of modern and traditional sense), Agra (theCapital position of the Taj Mahal) and Jaipur (the Indian state of Rajasthan and popularly known as the "Pink City"). Delhi is about 200 km from Agra and 250 km from Jaipur.

India was always warm and inviting. It 's a place that offers endless opportunities for your India Tours Choose a simple six in favor and experience another facet of its fascination. E 'for the arrival times and, of course, all just waiting for all year round.

Winter has finally stepped aside to let the other seasons do their thing here. It seemed to last for ever and ever. Spring Festival came and with it came the firecrackers that announced a season of merry-making. But, the season of merry-making lagged behind. I waited, hoping I would see better times but winter stood its stubborn ground, unyielding and unconcerned. For a few hours on Valentine’s Day, winter relented, letting the warmth from the heavens descend upon the earth to let love-lorn couples step out, hand-in-hand, into the street and then it pushed back the warmth, announcing its intentions with a fresh bout of snowfall. And, now, more than three weeks after the passage of winter and the onset of spring was heralded by firecrackers, it seems winter has finally beaten a belated retreat.

For three days, we have enjoyed sunshine and warm weather. I think, I can finally say goodbye to the season of frost, snow and ice. But spring? I really don’t know where that has disappeared. Winter has yielded ground suddenly…but not to spring. It seems to have made way for summer. It’s sweltering outdoors. Only in the shade can we feel some signs of spring. I am at my computer and the numerous layers of warm winter wear have been discarded while I sit bare-chested in my apartment. Goodbyes are usually painful affairs but I am not too pained at this, one goodbye, to winter.

The city centre is bustling. Rose, a post-graduate student is accompanying me on my little walk around town. On the way, she points out Chinese characters in a bid to educate me. I am hard to educate and forget the characters soon after she has read and explained them to me. But, she continues trying, anyway. Passersby stare!

We hear strains of music. A makeshift stage has been set up outside a storefront. Pretty young girls and handsome young men catwalk. We stop to listen and watch. The MC-cum-singer notices us as we applaud a song well sung. After a while he comes down and asks if I would mind joining him on the stage, and singing a song for the benefit of the handful of onlookers gathered there. I ask if he has music to accompany my song. He says something in Chinese that I don’t understand. Rose translates, saying he will be happy with anything…a line from a song or whatever. I climb onto the stage with Rose. The pretty girls in wedding gowns are arrayed at the rear along with their handsome stage escorts. I get centre stage and nod to a barrage of questions from the MC, sometimes with little understanding of what was asked, secure in the belief that a well-meaning nod would be a good enough answer. The MC is persistent and asks Rose to translate. She does so and I try to play to the gallery.

‘How many places have you visited in Huainan’? the MC queries.

‘Hen duo de,’ I answer, telling him and the gathering crowd that I have visited many places.

He ask me the names and I mention a few, saying it’s hard for me to remember all the names. He nods!

‘Do you like Huainan,’ he asks, motioning me to face the audience as I lie, ‘Yes’. A white lie is better than a black eye, my mind warns me in time.

It goes on for a while as I try and play the best entertainer I can. Then comes the request for a song and I launch into ‘Speak Softly Love’ and stop after a few lines. The crowd applauds my feeble efforts at singing and I acknowledge their encouragement. As a token of appreciation I get the chance to walk with the prettiest girl there, holding her delicate fingers in my hand as I parade up and down the stage a few times. The MC mocks my attempted tomwalk and I get another try at parading her as she smiles graciously. Photographers have materialized from somewhere and they click furiously away. For a moment I feel like a Hollywood star.

This is followed by the ritual gathering of company officials on stage as they each speak to the crowd individually and then say their pledge together, an arm on their chests. I withhold my smile. I know some of the pledges are as empty as coke cans outside McDonald’s.

Finally, Rose and I are allowed to climb down from the stage. Off-stage, the MC asks for my mobile number and promises a copy of the pictures. I don’t withhold my smile, thinking how many friends will burn with jealousy when I show them those pics.

With winter gone and spring still in hiding, I am drenched under my clothes but who cares! I have just had my moment under the sun.

My hour of unanticipated glory has ended but I will live that hour again many times over in my imagination. China never fails to intrigue, surprise and excite. Sometimes, even Huainan, one of the unfriendliest places in China, can be unlike itself.

Rajesh Kanoi (Jack) is a published writer, now living and working in China. Many of his short-stories, poems and articles have been published, including a book of short-stories, ‘From China With Love’ (Lipstick Publishing).

http://www.writingup.com/blog/oneinabillion

http://o3.indiatimes.com/kjack/

Over a million wildebeest move annually from the southern plains of the Serengeti, where they give birth, to the Maasai Mara in the north, and back, accompanied by Zebra and other migratory mammals. Lion, cheetah, hyena, hunting dog and crocodiles make sure only the strongest and the lucky survive.

So when should you head out to Africa to witness this great event? The Serengeti can be visited any time of the year, each season, each month offering something different. Many visitors will opt to stay away during the season of the long rains from mid April to May. Altitudes in the Serengeti are higher than most of Europe; temperatures therefore vary with cool evenings from June to October.

The migration is triggered off by the rains which are notoriously unreliable, resulting in the migration not running to a timetable. The Ndutu plains; in the southern Serengeti will usually have the migration from mid December until the end of March a magical period during which the great migration takes over the plains around Ndutu to give birth to their young. The migration then moves up to the central Serengeti for the months of June and July. In these months, the safari can be combined with a balloon flight in the central Serengeti.

The typical tents in the mobile camps are spacious and comfortable with large king-size or twin beds and en-suit bathrooms. Each tent has its own spacious private verandah with a private view overlooking the Serengeti. Bathrooms are very comfortable remembering they are mobile camps; having a shower, a wash basin and an environmentally friendly toilet, using water and environmentally friendly chemicals.

Fantastic meals are always served in the dining tent or if you prefer meals are served at your own veranda or in the bush under the Serengeti stars. Luxury and comfort are the emphasis in these camps. They might be a little more expensive than the larger lodges but do offer a more intimate African experience. The experience, the comfort, the whole experience is well worth the expense.

For more information on the above issues contact http://www.betheladventure.co.uk and also for information on East Africa http://www.tanzania-info.co.uk ? use responsible tourism to make a difference.

Over a million wildebeest move annually from the southern plains of the Serengeti, where they give birth, to the Maasai Mara in the north, and back, accompanied by Zebra and other migratory mammals. Lion, cheetah, hyena, hunting dog and crocodiles make sure only the strongest and the lucky survive.

So when should you head out to Africa to witness this great event? The Serengeti can be visited any time of the year, each season, each month offering something different. Many visitors will opt to stay away during the season of the long rains from mid April to May. Altitudes in the Serengeti are higher than most of Europe; temperatures therefore vary with cool evenings from June to October.

The migration is triggered off by the rains which are notoriously unreliable, resulting in the migration not running to a timetable. The Ndutu plains; in the southern Serengeti will usually have the migration from mid December until the end of March a magical period during which the great migration takes over the plains around Ndutu to give birth to their young. The migration then moves up to the central Serengeti for the months of June and July. In these months, the safari can be combined with a balloon flight in the central Serengeti.

The typical tents in the mobile camps are spacious and comfortable with large king-size or twin beds and en-suit bathrooms. Each tent has its own spacious private verandah with a private view overlooking the Serengeti. Bathrooms are very comfortable remembering they are mobile camps; having a shower, a wash basin and an environmentally friendly toilet, using water and environmentally friendly chemicals.

Fantastic meals are always served in the dining tent or if you prefer meals are served at your own veranda or in the bush under the Serengeti stars. Luxury and comfort are the emphasis in these camps. They might be a little more expensive than the larger lodges but do offer a more intimate African experience. The experience, the comfort, the whole experience is well worth the expense.

For more information on the above issues contact http://www.betheladventure.co.uk and also for information on East Africa http://www.tanzania-info.co.uk ? use responsible tourism to make a difference.

Winter has finally stepped aside to let the other seasons do their thing here. It seemed to last for ever and ever. Spring Festival came and with it came the firecrackers that announced a season of merry-making. But, the season of merry-making lagged behind. I waited, hoping I would see better times but winter stood its stubborn ground, unyielding and unconcerned. For a few hours on Valentine’s Day, winter relented, letting the warmth from the heavens descend upon the earth to let love-lorn couples step out, hand-in-hand, into the street and then it pushed back the warmth, announcing its intentions with a fresh bout of snowfall. And, now, more than three weeks after the passage of winter and the onset of spring was heralded by firecrackers, it seems winter has finally beaten a belated retreat.

For three days, we have enjoyed sunshine and warm weather. I think, I can finally say goodbye to the season of frost, snow and ice. But spring? I really don’t know where that has disappeared. Winter has yielded ground suddenly…but not to spring. It seems to have made way for summer. It’s sweltering outdoors. Only in the shade can we feel some signs of spring. I am at my computer and the numerous layers of warm winter wear have been discarded while I sit bare-chested in my apartment. Goodbyes are usually painful affairs but I am not too pained at this, one goodbye, to winter.

The city centre is bustling. Rose, a post-graduate student is accompanying me on my little walk around town. On the way, she points out Chinese characters in a bid to educate me. I am hard to educate and forget the characters soon after she has read and explained them to me. But, she continues trying, anyway. Passersby stare!

We hear strains of music. A makeshift stage has been set up outside a storefront. Pretty young girls and handsome young men catwalk. We stop to listen and watch. The MC-cum-singer notices us as we applaud a song well sung. After a while he comes down and asks if I would mind joining him on the stage, and singing a song for the benefit of the handful of onlookers gathered there. I ask if he has music to accompany my song. He says something in Chinese that I don’t understand. Rose translates, saying he will be happy with anything…a line from a song or whatever. I climb onto the stage with Rose. The pretty girls in wedding gowns are arrayed at the rear along with their handsome stage escorts. I get centre stage and nod to a barrage of questions from the MC, sometimes with little understanding of what was asked, secure in the belief that a well-meaning nod would be a good enough answer. The MC is persistent and asks Rose to translate. She does so and I try to play to the gallery.

‘How many places have you visited in Huainan’? the MC queries.

‘Hen duo de,’ I answer, telling him and the gathering crowd that I have visited many places.

He ask me the names and I mention a few, saying it’s hard for me to remember all the names. He nods!

‘Do you like Huainan,’ he asks, motioning me to face the audience as I lie, ‘Yes’. A white lie is better than a black eye, my mind warns me in time.

It goes on for a while as I try and play the best entertainer I can. Then comes the request for a song and I launch into ‘Speak Softly Love’ and stop after a few lines. The crowd applauds my feeble efforts at singing and I acknowledge their encouragement. As a token of appreciation I get the chance to walk with the prettiest girl there, holding her delicate fingers in my hand as I parade up and down the stage a few times. The MC mocks my attempted tomwalk and I get another try at parading her as she smiles graciously. Photographers have materialized from somewhere and they click furiously away. For a moment I feel like a Hollywood star.

This is followed by the ritual gathering of company officials on stage as they each speak to the crowd individually and then say their pledge together, an arm on their chests. I withhold my smile. I know some of the pledges are as empty as coke cans outside McDonald’s.

Finally, Rose and I are allowed to climb down from the stage. Off-stage, the MC asks for my mobile number and promises a copy of the pictures. I don’t withhold my smile, thinking how many friends will burn with jealousy when I show them those pics.

With winter gone and spring still in hiding, I am drenched under my clothes but who cares! I have just had my moment under the sun.

My hour of unanticipated glory has ended but I will live that hour again many times over in my imagination. China never fails to intrigue, surprise and excite. Sometimes, even Huainan, one of the unfriendliest places in China, can be unlike itself.

Rajesh Kanoi (Jack) is a published writer, now living and working in China. Many of his short-stories, poems and articles have been published, including a book of short-stories, ‘From China With Love’ (Lipstick Publishing).

http://www.writingup.com/blog/oneinabillion

http://o3.indiatimes.com/kjack/