This adventure is yours now, this journey is yours.
After years of chasing shooting stars and meteor showers in India, a post for all night sky enthusiasts.
Life doesn’t care that you plan to follow your dreams in a couple of years.
These countries make me feel like even though I don’t belong anywhere in particular, I belong everywhere.
Doesn’t it beat the impulsive, unpredictable, imperfect charm of life on the road?
We need less bankers and engineers, and more artists, musicians, writers, travellers, entrepreneurs, sportspeople, dreamers.
Over the course of my travels in India, I’ve found myself in some strange predicaments.
It all comes down to priorities.
21 months ago, when I packed up my home into a backpack and decided to hit the road indefinitely, I wondered how long it would take me to crave a “normal” life again.
We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our newspapers will accommodate. And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again — to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more. ~ Pico Iyer As much as Pico Iyer’s words have inspired me on my own journeys, I spent the last week soaking in the wisdom of 667 of my readers – reading through the entries to my last contest. On popular demand, here are the most creative and inspiring answers (along with photos of the great minds behind them): I travel because… “Bank balances, car brands, and salary hikes are a poor measure of life’s worth. I measure it by the songs I sang facing the Nilgiris, the unhurried conversations with strangers by the sea, the stories I heard, the people I loved and the many homes I discovered in strange places.” ~ Ullas Marar; @ullasmarar *** “I want to breathe other air, taste other food, speak other languages so that everywhere …