An initiative to create awareness and alternatives for single-use plastic in the cold mountain desert of Spiti.
Perhaps you’ve felt the hair-raising excitement of a predator chase? I felt it too, except mine was laced with a tinge of cold fear.
Maybe this is the travel blogger’s version of a mid-life crisis.
@voicesofmunsiari – India’s first and only Instagram channel to be run entirely by a rural village community.
Long ago, when I adopted a nomadic life, I imagined that traveling responsibly meant slumming it out.
I had no idea what it meant to call a river “alive”.
Over the course of my travels in India, I’ve found myself in some strange predicaments.
Porque viajas sola? Why do you travel alone? Some questions don’t change even on the other side of the globe. I was sitting in a cave under a waterfall, beer in hand, in the Dominican Republic – a Caribbean nation that hadn’t been on my radar until I found a cheap flight and two unplanned weeks in New York. I was sitting in a cave under a waterfall, beer in hand, with Juanin, a newfound friend who had quit his job in a golf resort to become an independent guide – leading curious travellers to secret waterfalls and pristine villages near the north coast, one of which he grew up in. I wanted to tell Juanin that I travel alone because if I didn’t, I probably wouldn’t be sitting with him in a cave under a waterfall, beer in hand, chatting like long lost friends. Even for an introvert like me, solo travel lends itself to unexpected friendships all the time. And so it was in the Dominican Republic: Una vida: You have one life. When the folks at my sweet abode …
I had no idea that an ordinary ‘chicken bus’ ride in Nicaragua was (sort of) going to transform my life.
Deep in the mountains of Uttarakhand, I discovered a secret.