Kerala Backwaters & Spice Hills
Pepper and cardamom from the Western Ghats, loaded here for a thousand years.
Houseboats in Kerala, tea country in Sri Lanka and the dhow harbours of Zanzibar — journeys paced by the tide.
The same local host meets you, calls you and waves you off.
A private car and driver, or the train when the train is better.
Along the coasts of India, Sri Lanka and East Africa, the best days are the ones with nothing planned between breakfast and the evening boat.
We have planned slow journeys since 2008: fewer places, longer stays, and hosts who have fished, farmed or cooked in the same village all their lives. You will not be woken for a 6 a.m. coach, and you will never be taken to a shop you did not ask to see.
Four ports on the old monsoon trade, each one a journey of its own. Keep scrolling and the route draws itself from Kerala to Marrakech.
Pepper and cardamom from the Western Ghats, loaded here for a thousand years.
Cinnamon from the south coast, tea from the hills above Kandy.
Cloves on every breeze, and dhows still sailing on the monsoon.
Where the caravans ended: saffron, cumin and ras el hanout by the scoop.
A rice barge on the Kerala backwaters, a dhow off Stone Town at sunset: the days on the water are the ones travellers remember longest.
Fourteen days in a Kerala retreat, prescribed by a resident doctor. These are the rituals guests talk about afterwards.
Warm herbal oil worked in by two therapists moving as one, every morning of the retreat.
A slow, steady stream of oil across the forehead. Most guests are asleep in minutes.
On the beach or the temple steps, led by a teacher from the village.
Breathing practice before breakfast: the part guests take home and keep.
Food cooked for your constitution, from a garden you can walk through.
Singing bowls at dusk, then an evening without screens by the water.
12Sep 2026
Warm oil, a steady hand and nowhere to be until lunch.
02Sep 2026
The second-largest collection of Art Deco in the world, walked in a morning.
09Aug 2026
The river is loudest at six, and it is the only hour the city is truly awake.