A travelogue of a nomadic soul who came across his zenith of enlightenment in the hills of Sikkim, the northeast border state of India.
“Not everyone will understand your journey. That’s okay. You’re here to live your life, not to make everyone understand.” –Banksy
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Breakfast is considered to be the most important meal of the day. A healthy nutritious meal in the morning helps you get a head start for the day with the right amount of energy and a balanced mood. Many individuals during their normal course of life tend to forget the harmful effects of skipping breakfast and while travelling, it becomes obvious for a larger population. Although some people who make it a point to grab some food in the morning while travelling tend to give away their hunger cravings to unhealthy food choices that are available nearby. But this prevalent practice of life can be changed by making some small and simple efforts.
The following breakfast recipes are very easy to make and are full of nourishment which requires ingredients that are undeniably available all over the world at any street grocery shop. These recipes can not only be used to prepare breakfast in the daily course of life but also are perfect for travellers who want to make healthy food choices while travelling with minimum effort and price, at the least possible time.
1. Perfect Summer Fruit Salad with Honey Dressing
For many people, the term salad brings forth the idea of a boring dish which does not fulfil the food cravings of having something tasty. This notion has been carried along now for a long time and therefore deserves a change. Salads do not only have to be a mark of dull veggies and can be totally alternated with fruits.
You can choose any number of fruits as per your choice and preference, slice them into small pieces and mix them all together. Fruits like blueberries, mangoes, bananas, apples along with dry fruits like walnuts, raisins and almonds tend to burst the taste buds with joy and fulfilment. Sounds yummy, right!
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The health benefits are endless and are known to all. To compliment your efforts, instead of choosing a salad dressing that is full of calories you can go with honey or if available mix a good amount of delicious probiotic yogurt to your salad. This will keep you full and running for a long period of time.
2. Oatmeal with Tomatoes, Green Apple and Bananas
First prepare the oats with the help of powdered milk, available widely in packets. This form of milk is easy to carry and just needs to be mixed with some water. Mix the oatmeal nicely with a natural sweetener like honey which is not only a healthy alternative to sugar but also provides your body with the necessary antioxidants and helps improve your cholesterol levels.
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Top it up with sliced green apples, tomatoes and bananas. You can also mix some dry fruits like raisins, almonds and dates which aids your sweet tooth. Apples and bananas are perfect for fulfilling the fibre requirements of the body. It also helps in improving your digestive system along with moderating the blood sugar levels which helps in maintaining your energy throughout the day so that you can travel more without getting tired quickly and can absorb all the beauty and experience of a place within yourself.
3. The Morning Toast Platter
It may sometimes happen that you feel like preparing nothing for your breakfast. You might want to have something that you can just take out from your backpack and munch on or something that would be available anywhere, even in a small shack. At a point like that if you find yourself wondering what to have while keeping things healthy, give yourself the choice of a simple platter consisting of toasts, butter and jam coupled with one or two boiled eggs and some seasonal fruits.
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Loaves of bread can be carried or bought from anywhere easily. If you cannot have the bread without getting it toasted, look for a small tea shop where the owner can offer you some help with the bread getting toasted at the cost of maybe a cup of tea. This can also turn up to be a perfect opportunity to strike a conversation with a local person and get to know his culture along with a few complimentary advises on which sites to visit as a must around that place.
Morning breakfasts can turn out to be really simple and tasty when given a little thought. Our body is all we got and therefore make efforts to keep it healthy and running so that you never miss out on travelling to any of the beautiful destinations around the world.
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Ishani Roy is a voracious reader, big foodie and a fitness freak. She has a bucket full of hidden talents, always eager to learn new skills (p.s. not kung fu, karate 😉 ) and loves to travel different unknown parts of the world. Currently she is working & managing full time at The Strong Traveller.
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The stares I was getting were priceless. I had ridden into a petrol pump to ask for oil – on my bicycle. After the initial shock, the guy in charge decided it’s better to just sell me the lubricant I wanted than to investigate the issue further.
There were three of us in the hostel common room. I was trying to apply my newly acquired knowledge about bike adjustment. Akash was wearing surgical gloves (which I had lifted from some lab to make balloons) to save himself from grease. Adrita was in charge of the music and providing me with a lap to keep my head on when I needed to work from underneath the bike. I wasn’t leaving because I didn’t like the home I have.
November 3, 2018
I’m not brave enough to take a bath on a winter morning. Especially if I plan to leave by 5. It takes enough determination to just get out of bed. I had taken care of that the night before. A little walk on the roof, however, was enough to get me excited. Loyal to the traditions of my university, I started two hours late.
The weather was perfect. Light grey clouds softened the sun’s rays. I navigated through the narrow streets of North Delhi. Modernity has been thrust upon these streets. At one point, Cars, bikes, men all got tied up in a deadlock because of a Bullock cart up ahead – the bullock seemed to appreciate the importance of leisure and insisted on enjoying his morning walk.
The Delhi traffic proved to be sufficient exercise to get me hungry. I stopped at a dhaba selling puri. They refused to keep an eye on my cycle while I ate inside. A man gleefully informed me that a scooter had been stolen just a few days ago. He looked like a kingpin of some stolen scooter empire. He waved a cheery goodbye to the dhaba owner and sped off on his scooter. The people at the dhaba brought out a chair and table for me to sit outside. They have some soft spot for cyclists I guess. They even gave me a five rupee discount.
I made it past the Ghazipur landfill mountains, and on to the highway. I felt a little rush. A lot of time on my hands, and a lot of road before my wheels. What more could I have asked for…
The Haryana border presented itself. The border, more than being visible, is audible. Haryanvi people replace every N with a R. With a vengeance.
Haryana has golden yellow dust. It was on the road, in the air, everywhere. Sun seeped through the clouds and lit up the dust flying all around. The whole atmosphere was a golden grey.
For lunch, I rode into a drive-through Burger King. The car drivers gave me enthusiastic best wishes. The guy at the counter was pretty nonchalant. He was only concerned with his side of the window and sending burgers out from it.
Eventually, I came to an empty shop. It was a simple tea stall. A storefront, a little bed, a bench made out of a yellow back panel of a truck, with the word stop written on it in red cursive. It was the perfect place to lie down a bit.
Lying down, I could see the sky through gaps in the tin roof. Dust moved on my skin. I watched clouds moving in the sky. I felt like a desert. Free, like dust, like clouds, like time.
I heard a plopping sound behind me. True to my mother’s worldviews, I assumed it to be burglars coming to steal all my belongings. I was pleasantly disappointed to find only a lizard.
The light remained the same all throughout the day. Just my shadow shifted from left to right. A little after sunset, I reached a little tea shop. The man there made sure I drank enough water, washed my face. He also offered to let me sleep in the local Temple, and advised me to get married, in that order. Knowing that I’d continue that day, he gave me some Prasad from the Shiva temple to give me the energy to reach safely and surely.
Panipat arrived, with street lights thrust high into the dark night sky. I needed a place to sleep. Deepika informed me that I won’t be allowed into her home since what I have between my legs is dangerous. I found a gurudwara just as a few raindrops made their way down from the sky.
I got a place to sleep in the basement. The music that came from upstairs washed away my tiredness in waves. The food there was definitely one of the best I’ve had.
A rickshaw puller, a saree trader couple, and a traveller shared the night.
November 4, 2018
I started early. It was dark all around. The skies lit up as I cycled. Over a cup of tea, I watched the sun turn red to gold.
The more I moved North, the more the air got clearer and clearer. The leaves of trees, unlike yesterday, were free from dust. With a deep green love, they greeted the golden sun, they greeted me. The dark black highway lay like a happy child in their arms.
Afternoon came, and with it came tiredness. I found a little room with jars of assorted snacks in the front. I went on to ask for tea. The people inside replied that the dhaba behind could serve me tea, but this was a Desi theka, and I’d be welcome to join them for a few drinks. I accepted. They made me a peg of a local orange wine. It is an energy drink, they claimed. It’ll be good for the next ten kilometres, and I’d just have to pee, to get rid of the alcohol in my system. They also opened a bottle of Royal Stag, to give me a royal welcome. They offered to give me an entire bottle for all the tens of kilometres I wanted to go. That offer, I declined. There are some things you don’t take home to have.
We chatted for quite some time. They grieved that many tourists come here, they give judging looks as they pass by. I was the first to join in. We all knew, in all likelihood, we’d never meet each other again. That didn’t stop any of us becoming friends, for the little time together.
It turned out that their claims were true, and the next ten kilometres passed very fast indeed. Not wanting to be high on a highway, I stopped for food. The dhaba had hammock beds for tired souls. I lay down for a few minutes and started out again.
The sun started to set. It went down, and I rode under soft pink skies. I felt a strange kind of pride. I had watched this day being born. I had watched it end. And I had felt every second of it. I had lived every second of it. This was my day.
Bright neon signs screamed out from Zirakpur. Dust and traffic jam engulfed me. I desperately needed some gloves and cycling pants. My cycle was turning out to literally be a pain in the ass. By the time I had acquired the newly developed necessities, it was a little past nine. According to the distance on the map, it’d take me at least an hour to reach Chandigarh. Yesterday I’d learnt that Gurudwaras close gates at ten, and serve food earlier. Though Mannat was nice enough to help, she couldn’t find any other nice people to let me stay for the night for free. It made no sense to go on. After all, plans are only skeletons.
I decided to sleep at the nearest gurudwara but figured I’d have to eat outside. There was a burger king, and they do fill your stomach without emptying your pocket. I collected my food, but drive-throughs are designed to serve cars, so they just give paper packets – no carry bag to carry the food. I sat in the parking lot, and gulped down my meal in the light of headlamps of cars, and rushed off to the gurudwara I had picked out. It turned out they did not have sleeping facilities.
It was just ten O’clock now. I started off in despair for the next gurudwara. Zirakpur by the highway looks like a first world metropolitan. The further I went inside, the more it became a third world village. All the world’s merging into one another.
I sped frantically through unknown village streets. Finally, I found the gurudwara. There was a man with an orange turban, dressed in white. His long white beard was flowing, and glowing in the grey light of the urban night sky. I’ll never forget the relief I felt in the kindness of his voice when he accepted me inside. With motherly care, he asked me to have food. Surprised, I asked how I’d get food that late. It’s a gurudwara, he said – “we always have food”.
The sleeping facility here was a room, and I was instructed to keep my cycle in the room itself. The dinner was the most comforting ever. I had dust all over me, even my beard had become white with it. The bathroom was a tin shade room just opposite the temple. It had a row of taps for everyone to bathe together. It was twelve thirty. The weather was cold, the water colder. I proceeded to bathing. A sixty-something sardarji joined me. Seeing my efforts and care in washing myself, he kept exclaiming “wah”! It was sufficient encouragement.
I slept well.
November 5, 2018
I woke up and was served the tastiest breakfast and tea. I couldn’t find the underwear I’d hung out to dry last night. On learning of my loss, sardarji offered me a towel, and then a drawer. I was free to choose from army surplus and forgotten belongings of other travellers. I declined. Someone much more in need of such things would come this way I figured. I have enough.
I started out and got the first glance of the mountains. There were little hills in Chandigarh. A little later I was at the same level as their tops. Delhi to Panipat is flat. Panipat to Chandigarh is an elevation you can’t see, but feel. Today I saw the road rising up ahead. A group with a broken down car stopped me. They needed water, their car was overheating. A little earlier I had stopped at a restaurant. I need to use the bathroom and have tea. It was a restaurant made exclusively for the purpose of home deliveries, but they made tea for me. They also gave me a bottle of water to help me on the way. So I had enough water to help others on the way.
The road started winding upwards. The sky kept getting bluer at every turn. Brown red trees appeared against the deep blue sky like dark red lipstick on a pale face. Sometimes I got tired of going up and up. But at each turn, the view of dark green valleys below covered in grey-blue mist, with a river glowing in the sunlight gave me more than enough energy to keep going.
I reached the Himachal border. I couldn’t keep a crazy smile off my face. I didn’t even try to. By the time I got off the highway, and on to the old Kasauli road, it was afternoon.
Old Kasauli road was built by the British. There’s a much more efficient highway now, and that’s the path everyone takes. This road meanders through little villages and mountains. The traffic I encountered was some local man on a bike in five minutes, cars in ten. And that was the peak load.
I stopped at a tea stall. One man dramatically warned me of burglars. Another, not wanting to appear any less of an advisor warned me of tigers with equal enthusiasm. I continued.
Sometimes I stopped to listen to the silence. I had simple conversations with all the wildflowers. The sun started to turn red, the valleys below started to become pink. Framed in sombre smokey blue mountains and a red dust road, slowly the sun went down inside layers of a million shades of red.
Darkness soaked in. All I could see was the little spot of light from my headlamp. The road had practically become a trekking trail by now.
Unknown noises from unknown creatures came from the jungle all around. There were cats like mews, even though there were no villages around. I could hear some stream splashing, far away. Sometimes, if you listen closely, there’s a sound from the forest that sounds like the trees are talking. I also heard the rustle of leaves in the wind. I was tired, but I was happy. I was excited. I was thankful to be alive, amidst all this life. I was elated that I existed. Comprehension sometimes becomes ecstasy.
Long later I saw lights glimmering at the peak. I was dead tired after the long journey. Lights had never looked so beautiful. The warm melody of temple bells welcomed me to the outer edges of Kasauli. Some resorts had been set up for people seeking nature through the religion of tourism. By the time I rolled into Kasauli town, the shops at the border were closing. A man desperately tried to make me some Maggie, but couldn’t. They’d all run out of gas after the day’s work. He said he would’ve invited me to his home and spent the night chatting, but he didn’t have a home of his own. He wanted to have a son for one night, but making a living is getting harder and harder in India.
In the heritage market, a man found me and took me to a cheap hotel, as per my requirements. The hotel, it turned out was one side of a home. The woman in charge said it’d be 500 rupees for the night. I was too tired to bargain. I could’ve stayed for free like the nights before, but a hot bath was worth that much to me tonight. The man in the market had promised me a top floor room. The woman insisted on giving me the entire ground floor so that I could spend the night with my cycle. This was a palace. There was a bathroom attached to a room-ish corridor which led to two connected rooms with king size beds which ended in a balcony overlooking the street below. As I settled down, the man of the house came to have the peg he had started to make before my arrival. He rescued another bottle from the box bed for the rest of his night and hid it inside a cupboard made into the mountain for such purposes.
I went out for food. Learning of my address for the night, the dhaba people gave me wry knowing smiles. I asked if it was a hotel at all. “They call it a guest house”, was the reply. It was a shady establishment indeed, the kind that is built for not checking ID proofs. Shady or not, it gave me a shade that night. I had stumbled upon a heaven meant for couples seeking heaven, I guess.
Hot water over my tired body, a glistening mountain town on my eyes, and the most comfortable of beds under me sent me to a very deep sleep.
November 6, 2018
I woke up late. I was too tired to cycle anymore. Yesterday’s ride had shaken up my cycle quite a bit. Neither ride nor rider was in any shape to go far. I had heard it had snowed in Shimla. I missed snow, so I decided to find some other form of transportation there.
I wooshed down the slopes. In the clear morning, I could see snow capped peaks in the distance, basking in the sun’s glory. At the nearest railway station, I came to know that toy trains are too small to carry cycles. I found a bus to Solan and another bus from Solan to Shimla. Shimla interstate bus terminus is well below the city. Steep slopes lead down there. That’s probably to give rest to long-distance buses – they could amble down the last few kilometres, and buses starting their journey could warm themselves up for the road.
I took my cycle down from the roof and started cycling up. My mother had booked a hostel for me. It was in the city.
I cycled up, and afternoon turned to evening. Long rays of the sun reached lazily through long pine leaves. Darkness crept up from greyish pink foggy valleys below. By the time I reached the supposed to be the location of the hostel, it was dark.
My phone insisted that I had arrived. The environment suggested otherwise. Helpful drunk men sent me up to the ridge. I figured there’s no harm in going up. Coming down, should the necessity arise, is always easy. I walked my cycle up through the streets of Tibet market. Tibet market is a street made up of storefront spaces. Two people would have trouble walking side by side. It’s almost like you either go into the shops, or you go into the valley. I reached a prettied up square, and hotel brokers flocked down on me. They tried to convince me that opting for a dorm for 500 rupees when I could have a whole room with balcony parking for 600 is utter foolishness. Unwavering in my resolution to stay in a mixed dorm hostel, I disgusted them thoroughly. I had to call up at the hostel to find it. A beautiful Himachal girl came to show me the way. The brokers got even more disappointed.
The hostel was gorgeous. It was a little below the busy market. There were some single rooms in one side, a kitchen, a dinner space, a common room, a common balcony, and the dorms. I went out to walk around in Shimla. Between beckoning food stores and an antique bookshop, it took a few hours to get back. In the common room, there were the hostel girl, the hostel man, a biker from Jaipur, a couple from Kerala, and me. They were one of those couples who could embrace each other and still embrace the world. We shared food and stories late into the night.
November 7, 2018
With a cup of tea made in the kitchen and one hand dipped in a bowl of hot water, I watched sunlight pour down the valley. It was time to go.
I took a bus down to Kalka, and then a train to Delhi. A British couple fed me some nice food.
It was Diwali night. The parcel office people (who were nowhere to be seen in the parcel office when I reached there) complained about having to do odd little jobs like releasing my cycle while they had loads of work to do. Maybe a load of work is easier to ignore than singular ones.
The city streets were empty. With crackers bursting all over the sky, yellow sodium lamps flooding the atmosphere, parting sheets of smoke, with an escort of various street dogs I came home.
I finally understand why tea is a girl in Hindi.
I have cycled over 300 kilometres. I travelled across Delhi, Haryana, Punjab and Himachal. Kindness was always there. Help was always there when I really needed it.
All the love and care I received from the people I met, would have lied out of reach had I not gone out. What a wastage would that have been…
The answer to all who asked me, “where do you get so much inspiration from”, is simple. Life.
There’s too much beauty to miss out on.
Someday I’ll be in a coffin, I know. Call me insane, but I can’t afford to live inside barriers while I’m alive.
I’ve learnt something on this journey.
In the smiles of people, in the silence of wildflowers, in the empty roads, in the warmth of a conversation in a cold night – I realized that there is so much in our world, that there is no such thing as solo travel.
I’m never alone.
Africa a place that is generally seen as a poor and underdeveloped continent, but it has rich potential for resources, beautiful and breathtaking landscapes that still needs to be unmasked in front of the common public. So here is a rundown of the best antiquities, spectacular towns and stunning natural features from all around this continent.
1. Serengeti National Park
Located in Tanzania, Serengeti national park is the place for all animal lovers. Here you can spot lions, giraffe, buffalo, rhinos and gazelle across woodlands, savannah, and plains. Every year many antelope, zebra, and wildebeest stop here while heading towards the green pasture in the Maasi Mara in Kenya. This place is one of the most remarkable sites of the natural world.
Often known as Camelot of Ethiopia, Gondar is known for its massive historical remains. Built in 17th century by the emperor Fasilides and his successors, this place was used as a picturesque royal enclosure. Filled with palaces, libraries, banquet halls and castles for the Ethiopian aristocracy, this place was constructed under the influence and guidance of European Baroque Who was brought here by Portuguese missionaries.
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3. Rwenzori Mountains
Found in Western Uganda and some in the Democratic Republic of Congo, This natural beauty is generally overlooked. This place creates a climate that mixes alpine with the tropical. Here you will spot some rare plant species like Lobelias, and some mountain peaks covered in snow and filled with a glacier, waterfall, and lakes. The third largest mountain in the African continent, Mount Stanley comes in the Rwenzori range and is the permanent source for the river Nile. The first European to laid his eyes on the mountains was Henry Morton Stanley in 1889.
4. Sahara Dunes
Stretching from Egypt in the east, all the way across North Africa to Morocco in the west, this is one of the most spectacular and romantic places in Morocco near to the border with Algeria. The ideal base to explore the sands is at the village of Merzouga from where groups head out on the backs of camels to seel the desert sands.
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5. Victoria falls
On the Zambezi River and on the border of Zimbabwe and Zambia, this Victoria falls provides a breathtaking view that can surely make anyone’s day. Named by David Livingstone for Queen Victoria and commonly know as Mosi-oa-Tunya in the native language that literally means the smoke that thunders, is a reference to the immense spray and rumbling that the fall generates. With a width of 1700 m and a depth of 108 m twice the height of Niagra falls, with a surrounding of savannah, full of Rhinos, hippos and linos this gives us such a beautiful view that is worth your time.
6. Sidi Bou Said
One of the prettiest and gloriest village in Tunisia on the Mediterranean coast that has given us many great painters and writers for over a century. Once a local religious site looking at the high and low tides of the sea, just before the French artist Baron Rodolphe D’Eralanger introduced a scheme of whitewash and light blue color that now practically covers the whole village. The buildings of this village are famous for its crescent pattern and studded doors. This is a place to visit if one ever visits Africa.
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7. Pyramids of Giza
This UNESCO world heritage site and also one of the seven wonders of the world, this is the result of immense dedication and labor of thousands of workers. The Giza Complex just outside of Cairo on the edges of the Libyan Desert sublime and very strange in nature as this place was created to keep the royal dead pharaohs and all the items they need to rule the afterlife.
8. Table mountain
Looming over Cape town at the southern tip of Cape of Good hope, Along with the peaks of Signal Hill, devil’s peak and lion’s heart this place was a huge amphitheater where the Dutch settlers of the 17th century established what would later on known Tio the world as cape town. With a flat top over 1000 m above sea level, table mountain is often interrupted by the clouds from the ground level. But there is a cable car available to take you up there and witness a breathtaking view.
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9. Zanzibar Archipelago
The Zanzibar Archipelago is a tropical paradise on the off coast of Tanzania in the Indian ocean. What makes this place beautiful is its Golden beaches, Cerulean waters and swaying palm trees. There are 4 main islands Unguja, Pemba, Mafia and Latham islands which are mostly inhabited with many small islands surrounding them. On Unguja Island you will be able to find Zanzibar city which is quite famous for its Historic stone tower and its connection with the slave trade and spices.
You may have not heard about this place but I am damn sure that you have seen this place a lot in the movies. Lies in the southern deserts of Nambia, this place is a collection of the dry lake, claypan and orange and red sand dunes. Combining two words one Afrikaans word ‘vlei’ meaning ‘marsh’ and the local Nama word meaning ‘of-no-return’. While having a remarkably clean beauty, spare, full of dead acai trees, the deep blue sky over your head and the shifting burnished ran sand make a perfect stunning vision that soothes your eyes.
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India is blessed with lots of geographical variations. From the snow-capped mountains to the spectacular beaches, from wild desert to tropical rainforest this country offers a rich variety of places to visit all the year around. Luxury hotels are fine, but the untouched beauty of nature is something else! Below are some camping places in India, you must visit,
Spiti Valley, Himachal Pradesh
Spiti valley is one of the most desired camping sites with spectacular views and awesome weather. It is a cold desert mountain valley with a high altitude. This place is ideal for summer camping and to enjoy the breathtaking views of snow-capped mountains, crystal clear river. In winter, it is covered with snow. The name Spiti means ‘The Middle Land’ which is the land between India and Tibet.
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One of the best tourist places in Rajasthan is Pushkar, which means ‘Blue lotus’ in Sanskrit. It is home to many temples among which Brahma temple is considered as most sacred. Apteshwar temple, Man Mahal, Pushkar lake and Pushkar Palace are another attractions. Luxurious tents with air conditioning bedrooms, living rooms, dressing room and balcony can make a remarkable experience for trekkers. Camel cart safari is easily available to enjoy the views.
Ladakh, Jammu, and Kashmir
Ladakh is located on a high plateau with a breathtaking clear view of mountains, lakes and vast sky. Due to its high altitude, this place is open for visitors for the period of summer only. It can be reached either by road or by air. The view of the gorgeous sunset and migratory birds is compulsory. Paragliding and rafting are some of the experience anyone would rather try to skip. Ladakh is a complete package of adventure.
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Sonmarg, Jammu, and Kashmir
Sonmarg, also known as ‘Meadows of Gold’ is situated on the lap of Himalayan glaciers, 87 km north-east from Srinagar. Snowy mountains along with azure sky make a deadly combination. Lying at an altitude of 2800 m above sea level it experiences heavy snowfall during winter, which makes the place inaccessible during that time. From the month of April, Sonmarg is open for visitors to enjoy the snow furnished like a carpet. Thajiwas glacier is the main attraction there. River rafting tournaments are organized yearly.
Manali, Himachal Pradesh
Manali, being surrounded by beautiful green valleys and high peaks is a magnet for the adventurers. Adventures like skiing in the Solang valley, trekking in the Parvati valley, paragliding, rafting makes this place so popular. Rohtang pass offers most of the beautiful scenes. There is Kalath hot water spring which is a natural sulfurous water flow offering private facilities for couples and families.
Mussoorie is known as the Gateway to Yamunotri and Gangotri. It is one of the best places to set up a camp and enjoy the scenic beauty of nature. This place is well-connected by road from Delhi or other places. Every year thousands of adventurers visit this place to fulfill their wanderlust.
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Lonavala is something different despite being a part of the most crowded city of India, Mumbai. It is an ideal place for a short trip to just relax and enjoy the untouched beauty of nature. Besides its beauty, Lonavala also offers adventurous activities such as caving, rafting, rappelling, trekking etc. Pawna lake is the best place for camping. Several facilities like bonfire, barbeque or star gazing are provided, but mosquito repellent is a must.
The admirable and alarming views of Coorg have the potential to amaze anyone. Because of its spectacular beauty, it is the most popular hill station in Karnataka. It is also called ‘The Scottland of India’. Coorg is rich in wildlife and mountains covered with green carpet offers many medicinal usages.
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Ooty, Tamil Nadu
Ooty is situated in the Nilgiri biosphere, featuring subtropical climate with mild weather throughout the year. It is basically the most popular summer destination. Dodabetta peak, the most popular viewpoint offers a spectacular view except the monsoon. Other attractions such as the Botanical garden, Ooty Lake, Avalanche Lake, tea factory are awesome.
Goecha La, Sikkim
Goecha La, a tiny place in Sikkim is the perfect place for adventure lovers. The trek to Goecha La starts from Yuksom via Sachen and Bhakim. Yuksom is the starting point for the trek. Kanchanjunga and other peaks of Himalayas are there to amaze you.
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