This is another travel story, more of a misadventure, but filled with valuable lessons. Back in April 2012, I traveled to Delhi for a friend’s wedding and decided to take the opportunity to visit Himachal Pradesh, specifically Dharamshala. I booked a night bus from the interstate bus terminus in Delhi. The bus was quite old and rickety, but it left around 6 PM. We stopped for dinner at a roadside dhaba, where the food was, as expected, fantastic. After dinner, we continued our journey up the mountains. It was pitch dark outside, and as the bus climbed higher, the temperature dropped. I started with just a t-shirt, but as the night went on, I added more layers to stay warm.
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Lessons from the Mountains: A Solo Journey…
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This is another travel story, more of a misadventure, but filled with valuable lessons. Back in April 2012, I traveled to Delhi for a friend’s wedding and decided to take the opportunity to visit Himachal Pradesh, specifically Dharamshala. I booked a night bus from the interstate bus terminus in Delhi. The bus was quite old and rickety, but it left around 6 PM. We stopped for dinner at a roadside dhaba, where the food was, as expected, fantastic. After dinner, we continued our journey up the mountains. It was pitch dark outside, and as the bus climbed higher, the temperature dropped. I started with just a t-shirt, but as the night went on, I added more layers to stay warm.