There is hardly any difference between solo travelling and otherwise. Or, well, there actually is. While I am quite good at travelling with people, also goats and sheep (true story), there is nothing as calming as a solo trip. Calming even if you take away the cool quotient that people usually associate it with.
I’m writing this at 7:26 PM, some hours away from turning 30. And bless me, this doesn’t make a difference.
More so, since I’ve already turned 30 (writing this the next morning, since I could not write more than that first sentence yesterday)!
Books, music, movies, people – there’s a lot that goes in your making. I, often, make for a curiosity-arousing subject owing to my love for “displacement” and travelling.
#TravelInspired posts move the spotlight from me to what made me. More coming. You can also follow the same on my Instagram account.
People, specifically travel bloggers, who get paid to travel are doing more than just embarking on fancy trips. These are the people using their skills and travelling from the money they make of it. So, you see, they are getting paid for certain work and not travelling exclusively.
I perched myself on a rock at one of the Goa beaches, looking at the Sun going down the sea. A couple passed me, walking hand in hand into a beach shack. A woman sat flopped in the sand with a dog by her side. A couple of kids sped by on bikes, yelling in glee. Bob Marley’s ‘Don’t worry, be happy…’ started streaming from one of the beach cafes as the Sun dipped.