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You can say the effect of western movies, but I have a bucket list of my own. It has a lot of crazy stuff, and one of them was solo trip. Yeah! you read right, 'It was', cause I have marked it complete. And this post is to let people know, what they are missing.



We, people, are often afraid to meet the unknown. May it be places, people, roads etc., but these unknowns are the one's who brings the most unexpected memories you can have.

So what's a solo trip? First misunderstanding is solo is alone. Trust me, solo trip isn't a lonely trip. It's just full of new people, you may never meet in your routine. It's that trip, where you make so many new friends, from around the world.

You may meet a married couple, both stay in different cities, and meet each other in different places, every weekend. And you might have fun hanging out with them. You may meet few crazy girls from a college, and you might dance with them. You may meet a group of crazy cousins, bit drunk, and you may play Foosball with them.

You may go to a unknown trek with unknown travelers which ends up in a boat ride, And find yourself amazed. You may listen stories from other solo travelers at night, in the warmth of bonfire, and might sing a little. You may learn few lessons of life along the way, while talking with a girl who traveled thousand miles to be there.

Before ending The post, I'd like to mention a quote, one of my fellow travelers said.

" Fall in love with places, They never change! "

P.S.: Check out the below pictures with all the people mentioned above

The Trekking Squad



 The Boat Ride









 The Long distance married lovely couple

The Awesome cousins

One with Solo Lady
  












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