Backpacking stories of a nomadic soul
Backpacking stories of a nomadic soul
Surely, I’m a Travel freak, more precisely an adventure freak- I like shivering colds, scorching heats, dense forest, trekking, mounting Icy mountains, traveling on foot. Follow this category
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nformation, Analysis & acceptance – I think these are the process which make one acknowledging some random things. This is an ideal process for human thought process. Although there are some cases, where your practical analytical skill may tend to null, just like hearing some ghost stories from some unknown persons about an unknown place.
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ts been a long time, I had returned from Falut Trek, though the experience was not faded away, even infact I remembered the each moment of thrills still now. Here, I have attached an image which is in a saint pose, sitting over a stone. The photo was captured by soumyadipta,
Hello dear viewers, after returning from trek I was again engaged with routine life & almost forgot about posting my experiences during this journey. However, a small escape from regular work just recapitulated me about my works. Today I’m going to share a strange experience about which I was completely aware of.
Hi guys, How are you all. I was in a small vacation this days so could not be much online, or ready for answering your comments / queries , pardon me for that. Today’s discussion is very simple & reasonable, because I just returned from a short trek from Sandakphu, Falut.
Since we had started to Bhitarkanika National Forest boat ride, it was an amazing journey from last night since we had boarded the bus. If you missed the earlier story of this journey, please read the journey to Bhitarkanika National Forest (part-1)
We got some rough ideas about way- flowing through the Baitarani river we would encounter a two way point from where either to take another river or the stretched way which would open to sea.