With people starting travel blogs left, right and centre I wonder if there really is a point in starting another that I might or might not update. But I’m going put it up anyway for one reason. For one in the age of iPads and Notebooks, travel blogging has become synonymous with a diary only more public. So this is more like my travel memoir, a reflection of what I saw and did, edited for fellow readers and writers to see.
I have often wondered why sometimes I feel compelled to travel solo. May be it is the need to escape reality, to get a fresh perspective or mere excitement at the thought to seeing a new place. Whatever the reason, traveling is one of the best ways to understand yourself better. A chance to see and learn things that you could never do cooped up in humdrum of everyday life.
There is a lot to experience and so much to learn, may be that is why traveling is intoxicating.
My maiden travel was to London in 2012, later followed by Maldives and Hong Kong with my family. They were all good but there was something missing. It is the part about interacting with locals and exploring the place at your leisure. When you are in a group, sometimes you fail to take of what is around you. You are always in a rush to go from one place to another and busy talking among yourselves.
So when it was decided that Europe will be next destination, I made up my mind to travel solo.
I traveled. I met many new faces some I had already forgotten and few I managed to get in touch with. I panicked, I got lost and in the end managed to find my footing. Somehow at the end of it I began to love the space travelling solo offered and thus this blog was born.
So here I’m penning down my very first experience traveling solo and hoping there is much more in store.