Mexico has been on my mind since a while, specially Los Cabos for its worldwide reputation of being a premier holiday spot in the country. To choose stay options, I got to know about the amazing Los Cabos vacation rentals. Here are some other activities I’d like to do and place I’d want to visit:
Being born and brought up in North India, I got a very few chances of listening to the sound of pounding surf on silvery sands of a beach. Some of these beaches, across the world have become so well-known, that they are the most sought after travel destinations for people to unwind and revel. Our planet is 70% water, thus offering innumerable beaches stretching from as far as Rio De Janeiro to Thailand. While the ones listed here
Last month a group of friends were planning to Go Goa because they were getting cheapest air tickets and they invited me to join. Two minutes into the conversation, their itinerary (or lack of it) helped me from wasting my five valuable days staying immersed in pools of Goa Hotels and getting drunk on Baga beach. Don’t get me wrong. Its fine if that’s your idea of a vacation. What made me cringe even more
I have spent nights (and days) looking for affordable flight tickets, trying various websites, filters and permutations, all in incognito window of course so that those advertisements on the side bar don’t keep popping up. After a few successful attempts, I’ve learnt there’s no fixed equation to grab that dream deal without any terms and conditions. I’ve also learnt that just being mindful of the following,
Backpacking trip can mean different things to different people. For me it’s a combination of budget (not dirt-cheap) stays, semi-planned itineraries, occasional adrenaline rush, breathtaking landscapes, ancient architecture, long walks and of course, a backpack. The first time I traveled with just a pack on my back, it was a Himalayan trek in Uttarakhand, with 9 strangers who became friends by the end of coming down the mountains. While most things went well, a few smaller ones did go wrong.
Indore for me is LOVE. A part of it is because of city’s obsession with food. But, a larger part of that affection comes from a fact that I never expected Indore to be amazing. When you continue to stay in metro cities for a long time, you tend to underestimate second tier towns. That’s exactly what I also did, something that I’m not proud of.
June 2014. I visited Ladakh for the first time. It was a family road-trip and my mother was more excited than me. We spent a week in the region doing everything touristy like day trips to Pangong & Nubra Valley, visiting famous monasteries and eating Momos. The trip ended, Facebook pictures got updated, everyone got back to work but since then, a part of me continued to live in those mountains.
Where the air had something that makes me think I’ll go back. For more… More of what metro cities don’t have. Neither do the villages. Cheap Uber rides, malls and markets to choose from, street food stalls as well as affordable cafés, un-crowded yet relatively safe neighborhoods to go on long walks, folks who are neither too interfering nor too indifferent.
These days, my Facebook timeline is generally filled with three kind of posts: People getting married and married people celebrating anniversaries. People producing kids and people with kids celebrating their birthdays. People checking in to colorful café and exotic destinations. I never want to see myself in either of the first two categories. But definitely the third one!
That silent touch, sound of water crashing with rocks, clouds making ridiculous patterns, the ruffle of grass on your feet, distant chirp of birds, the way your best friend calls your name. Such priceless things in life are often free!