This is a story about how 3 people met in the mountains and later left their corporate jobs to satisfy their need for adventure. The travel without itineraries, usually hitch-hiking their way to off-beat More
Read this marvelous travel poem The smog, The Fork and The Wolf which emphasizes that you are never alone in your journey. If you think you are right then you should go for it leaving aside all the pains and fears, you will find other wolves on the chosen path. Click the link to read the travel poem
All I will have is my compass to show me the way, and my heart to guide, I will make my own map of all the places which I am going to explore so that I can come back later whenever I feel like. Read this prose to know more about how we #travelinIndia.
I hitchhiked from Leh to Manali on a bike, a dream come true. Riding bike in the land of high passes has its own charm. Read the blog to know how I got this dream fulfilled for free.
A pair of denims, a shirt, and a brown leather jacket was all I had. A borrowed pair of torn trekking shoes and different colored gloves was all I managed to arrange. Off I went to have a glimpse of the Kangchenjunga; off I went to be surrounded by mountains for the very first time; off I went to struggle for oxygen and to hold back my tears.: https://insanetraveller.com/goechala-was-my-first/
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