Travel is the movement of people or objects between relatively distant geographical locations.
One such moment of the time well preserved in the history of all this happening was crossing this metal wired bridge between the shores of river Ganges in Rishikesh, India.
“Travel is not only a way to see the world, it opens our own horizon that are closed within our brains.” – Mani Babbar
Views from the top in evening while tempreature pluments below freezing.
In summer the place is quiet opposite of what you are seeing right now.
Travelling in night, has always been a wonderful experience. When half of the world is deep asleep you start a journey of yours travelling miles through empty and fast paced roads.
Some of those journey in wintry nights when the hot warmth is most needed.
Mid way through the long rides comes the chance to grab something hot and warm. So here, I was enjoying the warm hot peanuts in the traditional Indian way from a stall seller(Moongfallee waala).
And to heat up the hands, there are no heater but the warm warm burning coal from the hobs of the mud stone hand made stoves.
Love these journeys, just a preview to what more is there in life. Simplicity and the life still works without the world of Internet.