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Ravi Kapur

San Francisco
As seen in: Diya TV USA, Nature, Business Wire, VICE, The Seattle Times, Food & Wine, Fine Cooking Magazine, World Travel Magazine, Hashi
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Okavango Delta Family Safari: The Elephant Nobody Planned

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By Ravi Kapur
| World Travel Magazine Verified
My wife’s grandmother — Ba, to everyone, including people who have known her four minutes — announced her position on our family safari before we had left the airport in Delhi. “Africa,” she said, adjusting the pallu of a sari she had selected specifically to disapprove in, “to look at animals. I have seen elephants. There is one on the Discovery channel every night at nine. In high definition.” There were seven of us.
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Offside in Mexico City, Eighty Thousand People & Midnight Tacos

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By Ravi Kapur
| World Travel Magazine Verified
I flew eleven hours to watch ninety minutes of football, which my wife pointed out was a poor ratio even by my standards. I’d also, in a fit of preparation, learned to say soy vegetariano from a video, repeating it on the plane until the man beside me asked, gently, whether I was praying. I am a vegetarian. I was going to Mexico, a country I understood to run on roast meat. I had filed the whole trip under Problems to Be Managed, packed accordingly, and braced for a week of polite hunger.
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Lost in Translation, Found in Tokyo

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By Ravi Kapur
| World Travel Magazine Verified
The man next to me had ordered something orange. I pointed at it. The chef — a man in his sixties with the hands of someone who had been slicing fish since before I was born — looked at me, then at the man, then at me again, and nodded once. It was 5:47am at Toyosu’s outer market, in a sushi-ya with eight stools and a menu I could not read. I had been in Tokyo for four hours. I had slept for forty minutes. I was the only person in the room who was not Japanese.
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