Worn Out Boots.

06/02/2015 – 14/02/2015

This is a tale of travel.

The idea of backpacking solo in itself is so exhilarating and romantic to me. Actually being there and experiencing it by myself is something which cannot be accurately put into words. It’s something like the feeling of ice-water running down your throat after a sweaty trek in the sun. The feeling adrenaline-junkies get when the roller-coaster drops. Pure bliss. Continue Reading ...