“Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind.” – Anthony Bourdain
Travelling for me begun at an early age.When I was in boarding school, they organised educational trips every year and I literally wept to my parents for not coming home and going on the trip instead. I was a kid and I used to be so excited just to see new places .I wish I had the pictures of that time but I only have memories in different pieces. And as I grew up the idea of travelling grew up inside me and then there was no stopping me.
People often ask me that why I travel solo most of the time and I am not able to express my joy in conversations but I think I can write my stories so here I am starting my blog .
I like sitting on the hills/beaches alone where only thing you can hear is wind roaring and the endless ocean staring at you. There is no honking no crowd, there is only me and my thoughts.That feeling I can’t express. Its just there in that moment.
“If you’re in twenties , physically fit, hungry to learn and be better, I urge you to travel – as far and as widely as possible. Sleep on floors if you have to. Find out how other people live and eat and cook. Learn from them – wherever you go.”
I believe the core of mans spirit comes from new experiences and I am going to hold this thought for my lifetime.
So this was the birth story of a wanderer and as it is a birth story so it gotta be short and sweet. I’ll be back with my adventure stories .Till then