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Completing your own adventure, whether it is a planned expedition or a small one, will make you understand the importance of nature and its beauty. It offers you the freedom to escape the stress and pressure of urban life. Traveling alone through vast wilderness keeps me motivated and
Read MoreAfter spending a day overheated and discombobulated and walking around the Taj Mahal with a French couple I met at my hostel, I headed out on an overnight bus to Varanasi. I arrived at my next hostel sticky, pretty smelly and hoping to catch up on lost sleep but was quickly caught up by an enthusiastic American wanting to show me around his...
Read MoreAlright so, there is not really much chance to go out of Korea, so I’m kind of like a rare case. They don’t even think about wanting to go out because there hasn’t been any talks about it being a good thing to go out, a good thing to have an experience in another country. They think we should live in, like, hell — no not hell. It’s just hard,...
Read More“You alright?” I was caught off guard. Yes, I am alright. Pause. Am I alright? I started spiraling into a self inflicted existential crisis. After a lot of contemplating I took a deep breath and answered no. Milky tea went cold, a jaffa cake was dropped. Oh, how the tables have turned, now I channelled my existential crisis onto another person. A...
Read MoreI'm in Otavalo, a small town in the North of Ecuador. My travel guide tells me there’s a beautiful view point one hour’s walk away. I feel zen and inspired and begin my solo hike. But after a while, the houses become scarce. I look back and the city seems minuscule. I keep going. Suddenly, I hear barking. I look up: two dodgy dogs are racing...
Read MoreUp to 60% of the human adult body is water. I guess the remaining 40% is made of our memories. I was cycling towards Pamplona and had just waved goodbye to Fiona and Ian, two cycling buddies I had randomly - and fortunately - met in the Basque Countries. After a long day cycling on my own, thinking too much and probably not pedaling enough, I...
Read MoreMaybe it was his cheeky, toothless grin, or the bottle of Mcdowell’s rum in his hand that blushed gold against the fading red sky. “Whisky?” I nodded, his long wiry eyebrows focused as he poured the honey-like liquid into a small paper cup. I notice a spindly goat tied to a tree outside when Bibek yanks me inside a concrete shack where several...
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