Rachel Taylor is a nature lover, outdoor explorer, curious mind, and editor and co-founder of Another Escape. Rachel also works with brands to create meaningful content and strategies to tell their stories.
The deep red of the robes of the lamas who wander the gompas of Ladakh.
The rich scents of cooked spices from street vendors infused with the soapy aromas of incense.
Fresh coconut sold by a roadside vendor in Kerala. We first drank the coconut milk, and the vendor slashed the top off with a machete and we ate the flesh inside. Also, sweet lime, which was something I was introduced to on my first visit to India over a decade ago.
The calls to prayer and megaphoned melodies of Indian music that sounded across the backwaters of Kerala. The heady noise of Indian traffic and the raucous of horns.
The soft, silky touch of the khata white scarf – a greeting scarf given to friends, relatives or guests as a way of indicating your honorable intentions, and wishes of happiness – given to us upon arriving in Ladakh. The heavy rains of tropical downpours of Kerala’s rainy season that pummelled and drenched us through.