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Traveler vs. Tourist: How to Truly Experience a Place

Kevin Kelly is one of those people you take seriously. Not because he asks you to. But because he has lived a life that makes you want to listen. He co-founded Wired. He has written deeply about the future. And, more importantly for us today, he has spent over 50 years traveling the world. That’s half a century of airports, alleys, deserts, and detours. When someone like that gives travel advice, you pay attention.

Not all travel tips are equal. Some are practical. Some are poetic. A few are life-altering. The ones I’ve picked here are both useful and thought-provoking. They are not about checking places off a list. They are about soaking them in.

If you think travel is just about getting from one place to another, this might make you pause. If you already believe the best journeys are the ones where you lose track of time, read on.

Traveller or Tourist?

A tourist collects places. A traveller collects moments. The featured picture above is Dawki, Meghalaya. I remember the conversation with the boatman as much as I remember how bountiful nature is. It all comes together beautifully.

A tourist follows a plan. A traveller follows curiosity.

A tourist moves through a place. A traveller lets a place move through them.

The difference is subtle. But it is everything. It is the difference between taking a photo of a street market and sitting down for tea with the vendor. Between checking in at a famous site and wandering into a side street just because it looks interesting. Between skimming the surface and sinking into the depth of a place.

“Half the fun of travel is the aesthetic of lostness.” — Ray Bradbury

Travel Wisdom Worth Keeping

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From Kevin Kelly’s post, here are super special nudges to travel wisdom. Read the full post here.

Travel for a passion, not a place. Build a trip around cheese, jazz clubs, or ancient ruins. Not just cities and landmarks. You’ll remember that tiny family-run dairy in the Alps long after you’ve forgotten the famous cathedral in Rome.

Ask your taxi driver to take you to their mother’s home. Odd? Yes. But it works. You get a meal, a story, and a peek into real life. The driver gets to fulfill a family duty. The mother gets a guest to feed. Everyone wins.

Give yourself constraints. Travel isn’t just about where you go. It’s about how you go. Take only overnight trains. Carry just a day bag. Eat for a week on the price of a single fancy meal. Limits make things interesting.

Visit places that aren’t built for you. Cemeteries. Hardware stores. Small workshops. Real life happens there. Not everything has to be an Instagram moment.

It’s always colder at night than you think. Even in the tropics. Pack that extra layer.

Eat where the healthy locals eat. The fanciest restaurant may not have the best food. The street stall with a queue probably does.

Slow down. The best moments happen when you pause. The best conversations. The unexpected invites. The secret spots. They show up when you are not rushing.

Start your trip at the farthest point. Land. Then go far. Take an overnight train. A rickety bus. A long drive. Settle in at the most remote place you planned to visit. Then, slowly work your way back. Somehow, this makes the journey richer.

Buy souvenirs that have a home in your home. That intricate rug? Lovely. But where will it live when you return? If you don’t know, leave it behind.

When asking for restaurant recommendations, don’t ask where to eat. Ask where they ate last. You’ll get a real answer.

The Beauty of Travel

Bill Bryson, my favourite travel writer, once wrote, “To my mind, the greatest reward and luxury of travel is to be able to experience everyday things as if for the first time.”

That’s it.

Travel isn’t about crossing off landmarks. It’s about learning to see. To step into another world. Not as a tourist, but as a quiet observer. An eager participant. A respectful guest.

And when you do that, something else happens. You don’t just take a piece of the place with you. You leave a little of yourself behind.

So go. But don’t just go. Travel like a traveller. Soak it in.

(Read the whole thing. You might see travel differently.)

Mumbai’s Rain: A City of Anticipation and MagicFocus

There’s something about Mumbai when it rains. The city slows, just a little. The streets glisten. The sea looks alive. But there’s also something about Mumbai when it waits for rain. The air is thick with hope. The sky teases with grey clouds. People glance up, waiting.

Anticipation fills the city.

And when the first drop falls, it feels like Mumbai breathes again.

The wait makes the rain sweeter.

That’s Mumbai—a city of moments.There is something to Mumbai when it rains. There is something to Mumbai when it expects the rain!

The Rising Sun: A Daily Reminder to Begin Again

How do you welcome a new day?

The first shimmer of sunlight is more than just a cue to wake up—it’s a hint of opportunity. A fresh invitation to:

✨ Continue the work from yesterday.
✨ Begin anew.
✨ Press reset.
✨ Walk the long road.
✨ Course correct.
✨ Sit down and reflect.

Whatever works for you.

The Sun rising in the east might feel like routine, but treating it as a gift, a reminder, a moment to pause—that changes everything.

So wherever you are, celebrate it. Sing, dance, run, read—do whatever fills you with life.

Because the majestic Sun is a daily lesson in beginnings, transitions, and showing up—no matter what.

(at Udaipur City, Rajasthan, India)

Between Shore and Open Water: The Feeling of Readiness

When the waters kiss the boat, not with tenderness but with stern energy, you feel it—the pull of the unknown.

The shore, once a quiet safety net, now feels distant. The boat wobbles, unbothered by its passengers. And deep within, a thousand butterflies take flight.

Yet, there’s something else—a rush, a charge in your veins. It’s the feeling of being young, alive, and on the edge of something new. It’s the moment when life shifts.

Your hands grip the oars, the water pushes back. You take the first stroke—and the lake seems to gird its loins in response.

A thin smile escapes furrowed brows. Because this moment? You’ve worked for it.

You’re ready for the ride.

One Fact, Many Views: How Perspective Shapes Reality

There is one fact. There is one view. And then there’s another. And another. In truth, there are many.

The fault lies not in seeing differently, but in believing our view is the only one.

Our biases quietly shape what we see. They tint our lens, colour our reality, and limit our understanding. But the moment we recognise this, we create space for perspective.

To see things in better light, we must first acknowledge that another light exists.

So, what are you looking at today?

More importantly—how are you looking at it?

Walking into the Sun: The Shadows That Shape Us

When we walk facing the Sun, we cast shadows. They aren’t us, yet they exist because of us—formed by light falling on us.

On the ground, shadows are real, visible, exaggerated—a simple distortion of form. But the ones that fall in our minds? Those are far more dangerous.

In Jungian psychology, the shadow self represents the unconscious, darker side of personality—the fears, insecurities, and untold stories that shape how we see the world.

These inner shadows whisper narratives—about who we are, what we deserve, and what’s possible. And often, it’s those stories that define our future.

So, what shadows fall in your mind?

And more importantly—are they telling the truth?

A picturesque boat house is best complemented by a an awesome boat. The awesome boat by a super estuary. The estuary by the island. The island by its people. The people by their smiles.

And it goes on.

It’s never just one thing that makes all the difference. It’s in the coming together that magic emerges. Every moment suddenly unfurls itself, dusts off any slumber and emerges in its glory, on the coming together!

That’s exactly what happens in teams as well. There is a difference between a team made of champs and a champion team!

Coming together makes all the difference! Coming together means saying more ‘WE’ and less ‘I’. Try.

(at Poovar Island Resort-Kerala)

“Be like water”, he tells me. “Find your space. You may be contained by your present container. But remember you aren’t the container”

I am awestruck by what a simple man sitting under a giant oak tree in the courtyards of a simple temple is telling me. I look at him with wonder. “You see water finds its place. Hold yourself lightly and keep going. There is a joy in the flow.” He is old and the wrinkles bear testimony to the many seasons his skin has been in the game.

A silence fills the moment as he stares into the sky and I stare into his lost eyes. “You will know what it like when you stand by the stream or watch a waterfall. You can hear it’s energy”

He breaks free from his trance. And proceeds rather dourly. “You didn’t expect this from a wrinkled old odd smelling fellow like me, did you?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. And then says, “many years ago I was like you. Riveted by drive and laced with passion’

His pauses for the longest period of time. Unable to bear it any longer, I ask, “and then?” He smiles, dusts himself up as he prepares to leave and says “I began to flow”

He walks away leaving me in the company of a silence broken by the sounds of his receding footsteps on dried leaves.

(at Yosemite National Park)

She is beautiful. With piercing blue eyes that are intense. I stand there, transfixed at her unbridled elegance and charm. Her wrinkles show up in large numbers when she smiles. She smiles often.
As the busy market in Cairo bustles by, she tells me her story. In broken English accented with an intact spirit.
Of sons, daughters and grand children. She has lead a very happy life, I can tell. She sells trinkets by the roadside.

As I prepare to leave, she takes a key chain from her beautiful collection and thrusts it into my pocket. “For you, my friend”, she says. With a charming smile and a bit of a wink adds, “ The friend who took the time to listen”. I couldn’t have stood there for more than 10 minutes, I think.

I insist on paying.
She insists on giving it to me for free. “Choose the right keys my friend”, she says and moves on.

People, their kindness and their wisdom is available to us always. Travel and discovery are good keys to open doors of the mind.
What roads are you on today?

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