For us who don’t believe in borders

I got bit by the travel bug at a fairly late age. I went to India at 23 and since then everything changed. This blog is a collection of stories and thoughts on what it means to be a traveller, the philosophy of movement, wannabe-Chatman-inspired analyses of the world around us and a lot of self tormenting twisting on the concept of money, environment and the idea of happiness.

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