The Honest Diary of the Modern Traveller


The Honest Diary of the Modern Traveller

Illustration: Akshita Monga/Arré


he alarm rang. It was 8.30 am. Having snoozed four others, I had to force myself to get out of bed. I was, at last, riding off into the sunset. An entire year of liking Facebook albums titled “Ladakh On An Enfield”, retweeting stories that screamed “I quit my job to travel and I am loving it!!!”, and deriving pinspiration from travel posters that read “Book a ticket and just leave” were paying off. l was finally ready to paint the town (of Gangtok) red.

After a short flight to Bagdogra and a rather arduous cab ride, I was in what I expected would be the definition of Insta paradise. I had made several plans for the next five days. I would visit all of the city’s monasteries and have my Eat Pray Love moment where I find and reconnect with my spiritual self. I would head to Tsomgo Lake and make that momentous decision of quitting my soul-sucking job. I would hike up to Banjhakri Falls and get some not-so-creepy stranger – preferably an aunty – to hold my hand and click a picture of me leading her toward the falls which I would later post with the hashtag #followmeto.