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Travelogues : The Wanderlust Diary. This is how Geeti’s solo journey began

Only the Curious have a tale worth telling as they fill their life with adventures. They have stories to tell, not stuff to show

Travelling, it leaves you speechless first and then turns you into a storyteller. This was exactly my Dad! He was a mad traveller who explored, lived and disappeared from destination to destination. His experiences intrigued me. I was allured to unravel the mysteries of places, people, culture and scenics. He was a mad traveller and a easy going trekker. Since a child, I heard his wander stories from places all over India and specially Himalayan tales.


DailyObjects Wanderlust Map A6 Notebook Plain

“Better to see something once than hear only stories about it!” And that was the  moment I gave in to my calling of Wanderlust. My hero gave me an advice : ” If you want to travel, start from your Hometown!” For me Travelling was not about 5 star hotels, comfy flights and hunky dory luggage. I wanted the feel of fresh air, the bumps of a bus, stories of people and best is self introspection. I did not need magic to disappear, a destination was enough to begin. That was my Hometown.

I started​ from Anusuiya Devi temple 7 km trek from my hometown followed by Tungnath which was around 13 km from Mandal & then one by one many surrounding places. My solo trip started from Delhi to Amritsar by BUS it was a very nice trip as well as a horrible one too. It was nice because I was born & brought up in Himalayas & had never seen the plains,  large paddy fields, long straight roads. I found this far easier than pahadi zig-zag road.The horrible thing that happened was that I forgot my bus no. at Ludhiana bus stop & my luggage was inside the bus. 

Wanderlust: A History of Walking

As I got  down at a stop to look around, I got confused between 14-15 busses waiting in the station area, all looking similar to the one I boarded. I ran behind a bus but it was not that one I came along with. It was a moment of panic and I missed a breath or two. I felt like I was a little soul lost in the middle of nowhere. What could I do? What if the my bus leaves before I find it? What am I supposed to do without any luggage, money?

I gathered myself as there was no body else to comfort me. After checking 7 to 8 buses finally I found the my bus. That was a real sigh of relief. I began my journey to get lost in the beauty of a city I had never see, but I could literally have lost in the city I had never seen. But all’s well that ends well.

Finally I reached Amritsar in evening and looked around for a hotel… 
This was the beginning of My Travel Diary!
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