Travel Blog

                   "Collecting Wonders, One Mile at a Time" Traveling isn’t just about distance. It’s about wonder. Every mile covered brings with it a new marvel — whether it’s a breathtaking landscape, a surprising encounter, or a small detail that stays with you forever. That’s what Miles & Marvels is all about: cherishing the magic within every journey. My first real taste of wonder came while driving through the Scottish Highlands. The road wound between fog-covered hills and glassy lochs. I stopped near Glen Coe, stepped out into the cold air, and stood in silence. No camera could capture the feeling. It was vast, humbling — a reminder that this world holds beauty far beyond anything curated for social media. In Japan, it wasn’t just Mt. Fuji that marveled me — it was a tiny ramen shop in Hakone where an elderly couple served food with such care, I felt like an honored guest rather than a passing traveler. That meal, serve...

                 "The Diary You Didn’t Know You Were Writing" Every stamp, visa, and smudge on your passport isn’t just proof of travel — it’s part of your story. That tiny booklet becomes a silent witness to adventures, challenges, and personal growth. Passport Pages is where those quiet pages speak. I still remember my first stamp: Nepal. The ink was slightly smudged, but I didn’t care. That mark meant something. It meant I had crossed a border — not just physically, but emotionally. I had left behind the familiar and said yes to the unknown. As I flipped through old passports recently, I didn’t just see places — I saw who I was at each stage. A 22-year-old solo backpacker in Vietnam — nervous but excited. That stamp reminds me of motorbike rides through rice fields and pho with strangers who became friends. A transit stamp in Dubai — a six-hour layover I spent sleeping on the floor. Not glamorous, but real. That one reminds me of re...

                        "Let Your Heart Be Your North" The idea behind The Roaming Compass is simple: what if your inner compass — not a GPS or a guidebook — could lead you to life’s greatest adventures? I used to travel with a fixed plan. Every hour was scheduled, every route pre-decided. But the more I traveled, the more I realized: the best moments weren’t planned — they were discovered when I let the compass roam. In Portugal, I arrived in Lisbon with only one night booked. The next morning, instead of following my itinerary to Sintra, I walked in the opposite direction — toward the sound of a street musician playing fado music. That path led me to a tucked-away café where locals sat sipping espresso and watching the world pass by. I spent the day there, journaling, people-watching, and absorbing the atmosphere. I didn’t check a single “must-see” box, but it became one of my favorite memories. Your internal compass — ...

                        "The Story Each Trail Leaves Behind" Every trail has a tale to tell — not just the ones etched into the dirt, but the stories carved into your memory long after the hike is done. That’s what TrailTales is all about: the magic found step by step, trail by trail. One of the most powerful trails I’ve walked was the Fairy Meadows trek in Pakistan. It’s not the hardest trail, but it’s humbling. As you rise in altitude, the noise of city life fades away. Replacing it? Wind through trees. Distant calls of goats. The sound of your breath. There, I met travelers who had walked days to see Nanga Parbat — the 9th highest mountain in the world. And not one of them talked about how far it was. They talked about what they felt . The kindness of a local offering tea. The first view of snowy peaks. The shared warmth of a campfire. That’s the heart of trail stories. They remind you that the journey really is the de...

                            "Traveling in Chaos, Finding Calm" "WanderWhirl" isn't just a catchy name — it's a way of life. The whirl of spontaneous decisions, missed trains, unexpected turns, and magical surprises. My travels haven’t always gone as planned, but that's where the stories come from. Not the schedules — the chaos. I once flew into Bangkok without a single reservation. Just a backpack, a vague idea of heading north, and a craving for mango sticky rice. I thought I’d stay a day or two. I ended up staying a week, pulled into the whirlwind of street food markets, temple tours, and spontaneous friendships with travelers from all corners of the world. From there, I took a bus to Chiang Mai — or at least, I thought I did. Somewhere between broken English and misread signs, I ended up in a small town called Lampang. No hostels, no tourists, no plans. But it was the best “mistake” I ever made. A kind woman ru...

                  "The Soul Behind Every Stamp in My Passport" Every stamp in a passport tells a story — not just of a place, but of a moment, a feeling, a transformation. My blog, Stamps & Stories , is a collection of those moments — the ones that shaped me more than any souvenir ever could. I got my first stamp when I was 19, wide-eyed and naive, arriving in Istanbul. The moment the customs officer thudded my passport, I felt like I had been given a ticket into adulthood. That week was filled with firsts — riding a ferry across the Bosphorus, eating baklava with strangers who became friends, getting lost in the Grand Bazaar, and finding myself in the process. Another stamp, Morocco. That one reminds me of heat — the kind that wraps around your skin and soul. But it also reminds me of kindness. I was stranded after missing a bus in Fes when a local shopkeeper offered tea and stories until the next one came. We barely spoke the same l...