So…. I have recently returned from a month long solo trip to Europe. Its OK, no need for applause, it just comes naturally. Yes, ladies I do give autographs, in case you’re wondering. Anyways, I thought I’d write down the incidents and the experiences I’ve had, as a first timer in not just Europe, but also as some-one who’s never been outside his country (except Thailand, but that’s a secret). Read more
You’re about to embark on your first journey. Whatever be the reason; that inspiring movie, a heartbreak, or just plain fed up of hearing NO’s from your friends; you have decided to go solo. You’ve made the plan months before, you’ve booked the flights, read all the guidebooks, the travel blogs, seen all the “50 minimalist packing hacks” videos. You’ve informed your friends, your family, convinced them that you’ll be all right, you’ve heard all the advice and all the Do’s and Don’ts. Now, its time. If you’re reading this at the right time, that day is today. You start TODAY. Read more
When someone asked me a long time ago, whether I’d be planning everything in advance for my solo Europe trip, I remember replying naively, “Nah! I’m going to wing it. That’s what true travellers do”. Fast forward to today, I have 5 days to go for the start of my trip, and I’m sitting here checking which bus seat will have a proper reclining angle so that I’ll be able to sleep peacefully. Read more
The situation was tense. You could hear the leaves rustling outside, the faint honking of a truck horn, far away in the distance. I looked at my flatmate, and he looked at me. No words were needed, we both knew it was do or die. It was he and I, who had started on this journey, and we’ll finish it together too. My other flatmate averted my look. He didn’t want me to see the fear in his eyes. He had joined in unwittingly, we had led him to beleive that it was easy. And he soon found himself embroiled in a battle he knew nothing of. The 4th flatmate was snoring in his bed, he wasn’t interested I presume. With a nod, I let go. Read more
The following conversation takes place between Life and me…. I shall refer to life as L, and me as, well…me.
L: Excuse me dear sir, if you have a moment to spare? I was wondering whether I could interest you in an injury? Physical I mean… Read more
The club, the “party palace” of your town, you’re with your friends, they’re dancing away, while you shift awkwardly here and there. The music is too loud, the people even more so. You don’t really know anyone, and neither do you care. All you want is that tiny cosy corner of your room, curled up with a good book and a blanket, not a single person in sight.
Split second decisions….that’s all it takes to make or break your life, split second decisions. Read more
These very lines were shouted out by Bilbo Baggins as he ran through the fields of the Shire. What that led to, is history. But this is not the place for the LoTR fan in me. It’s just that…I am soon going to be shouting out these very words later this year, as I embark on what is my life’s first true adventure.
A solo backpacking trip to Europe…. Read more
They really are concerned about me. They waste no time in telling me exactly why my plans will fail, and how I should lead the usual path for safety. They love to put their limitations on me, and are quite, let’s say ruffled, when I don’t put them on.
I had recently made a plan to spend a weekend in the Himalayas, small and simple. Yet the constant barrage of warnings and comments made me feel as if I was going to slaughter children, or cut trees and burn them, or something of that sort. It appears that people, when they see you making a plan, love to hear all about it, and then having heard it, love even more to tell you why exactly you’ll fail to execute it. We stay in our own bubbles of comfort, content with what’s familiar and regular. The very few that try to come out of that bubble are chided, discouraged, and brought back inside.
But here’s the thing. I love it!! Read more
The dust was yet to settle after my recent trip back from home. Having brought my sleeping bag and rucksack with me this time from home, I was sure to make a trip that involves the mentioned items.
I had this craving for the mountains, that’s been there since a long time this year, you know the urge, the need to be there, in the mountains. Hills are good, but they’re cute when it comes to the mighty Himalayas. Believe me, I was fed up of the “thrilling treks”(short day walk on a hill where the most dangerous thing that can happen to you is that you forget to wake up for the walk in the first place). No, I wanted a real trip, with the Himalayas around me, and over me. General consensus was it was too cold to go anywhere in the mountains, stay at home, build a fire or something. And of course, since I always listen to what the crowd say, going to the mountains was apparently out of the question. Read more