My bagfull of travel memories! #Superbloggerchallenge2018

“Traveling – it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.” – Ibn Battuta

Once you start to travel nothing else can ever satisfy your soul. With travel comes the fondest memories. Memories of places you see, people you meet and the food you eat. As far as I can remember, I have always been travelling either with family or friends.

Vivekananda Rock memorial
Me at Viveknanda Rock Memorial


My earliest travel memories involve travelling in train from Khandwa to my hometown in summer vacations. As a five-year old kid, the overnight journey was intriguing. Thoughts of meeting my grandparents and playing with cousins kept me preoccupied. Those were the days of pure joy and innocence! 🙂

Another one of my favorite childhood travel memory is of my first school trip. How can I forget the thrill of travelling sans parents? It was also the first time that I had enjoyed snowfall.

Some places are etched in memories and you might like to visit them more often. For me, that place is Vivekananda Rock Memorial,Kanyakumari. I have been here many times and it’s still not enough. Watching sunrise at the beach, catching the early ferry to the memorial and returning with the sunset hues spread across the sea – a perfect day!

Each travel has added a new story in my life – some were funny and few were horrifying. The scariest travel experience was when two troublemakers kept following us on their bike in a hill station. It was late evening, me and my friend were returning back to our hotel. The troublesome duo irritated us until we shouted on them. Not one person around us had interfered to stop those boys.I realize that our safety is in our hands, still a little help from bystanders would be appreciated. Next time if you see wrong doings anywhere, then raise a voice!

I have also met wonderful people on my journeys. The cab driver in Gangtok who shared anecdotes of his life with us. The woman who was amazed when she learnt I was travelling without my husband. The uncle who had accompanied us in Kashmir tour. The latest being a lady who had helped me with my infant in air travel last month. I might not remember their names forever, but kindness is never forgotten.

My travel stories are never-ending & I am sure you would also have such travel stories.  What is your fondest travel story? Which is your favorite place to visit? Do share them with us.

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