My last trip was a road trip from Bangkok to Cambodia, taking a 3rd class train and haggling with shady cab drivers on the border…my brother last went tracking lions in Gir. We’ve trekked in the Himalayas, seen the Lochness and Loch Lemond, trekked by myself along the Hadrian’s Wall in Northern England, drove along the konkan coast to Kerala with mum, stepped into Chinese territory off Sikkim, parasailed when it snowed in Lachung and froze our toes on Guru Dongmar lake. I believe it’s not just the places you travel to, but who you travel with that makes the experience worthwhile. We’ve seen the Indian borders from the East and the West and the North, the stalagmite and stalactite caves in Cherrapunji, Shillong, the mail exchange between India & China in Nathu La pass, Bhutan and its glories, Nepal, the austere remote monasteries and beautiful carpets in Zero and Meow in Arunachal, the anti gravity point in Ladakh, the so claimed original Aryan’s village near Drass, Glastonbury & Cornwall, the lesser know Vasota (Satara dist.) with its brackish waters and Ghats that look like a set up from Jurassic park, all the seven sister of North East, 6 National Parks with varied wildlife and rare birds(Kaziranga, Corbett, , Kanah, Ranthambore, Gangotri, Pench & Gir), our ancestral temple in a small village in Kerala, and smaller trips off to lesser known trails and tracks. What we’ve learnt is best put in Marcel Proust’s words… “We don’t receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us”