It’s been a month since I *secretly* traveled to Cambodia. I am lazy with my posts, but better late than never.
2017 had been a shit show for me. Have you heard of the quote “every recall is a re-frame”? It means that every time you recall a memory, you modify something about it, based on the mood that you are currently in, before putting it back into your brain noodle. So, if you think about your darkest times when you are happy, you could possibly make that shitty memory a little bit better. I am no psychologist but I didn’t want to remember 2017 the way it was, I guess. It has always been good for me to do something crazy once in a while. And visiting this place has put me in a good mood for a month.
Anyway, never have I been so excited for my birthday. I wanted it to be memorable and so bought the tickets to Siem Reap couple of months back. Temples, pubs, street food and friendly people all around, I was completely blown away by the experience!
Continue reading “Solo in Siem Reap”
When I heard that my good friend is getting married in Jaipur I was happy for him and selfishly, for me. I’ve always wanted to visit Jaipur. I had heard so much about it. I quickly started making plans with my five member gang of friends. “Wolf pack” we had named our group on whatsapp. Nope. Half of them were unavailable and the other half… those lazy bastards refused to move their butts. It’s too far away man, they said. So, reluctantly I decided to be the lone wolf. Continue reading “Riding solo in Jaipur”
I am scared of big cities. I grew up in a small town, nearly a hundred miles away from the nearest city. My town does not have thousands of streets. It had few dozens. As a kid, I had covered each one of them on my bicycle. I live in a city now, but have never explored it. My place of work is only a couple of miles away that I can reach in ten minutes on my motorcycle.
Urbanphobia as this blogger puts it, is a strange phenomenon. I think it’s more about the fear of unknown than the fear of a big city; just like acrophobia is more about is more about fear of dying than the fear of heights. Continue reading “A weekend getaway to Mumbai – my first solo travel”