Many people dismiss solo travel as a most over-rated thing, and I was no different. It was my first overseas trip to Nepal; I started with two other friends, but later, for something personal, I desired to wander alone with a wish to make this more adventurous than relaxed. With my backpack and an open heart, I embarked on the journey that would become a defining chapter of my life.
My destination? Pokhara — a city known for its stunning views, serene lakes, and rich cultural heritage. From the moment I arrived, I was captivated by the majestic mountain range that greeted me like an old friend whose face I almost forgot! My home for the next few days was a comfortable hotel where I rented a cosy rooftop room overlooking the Himalayan Mountains. Each morning, I woke up to the golden hues of sunrise washing over the peaks, reminding me that life is not that bad the way we consider it, but full of possibilities.
No wonder, I was alone, however, the beauty of my surroundings made me feel more like a companion than a burden. Reaching the dreamland Stepping off the bus and into the crisp mountain air, I was welcomed by the mesmerising views of the Annapurna range. In the afternoon, I visited the sprawling lakeside area of Pokhara teeming with colourful shops, cafes, and the scent of fresh momos wafting through the air.
On my first day there, I opted for a stroll along the lakeside. As the weather was not in my favour, I could not get the chance to ride a boat. Rather, I found lov.
