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When I just finished my college studies, I was confused and dull,I was running through those years to get better in college and all so I forgot to enjoy the moment.on a Friday morning I saw a vlog in YouTube about bikepacking and the experience of bikepacking journeys and I was very eager and excited.At the next moment I called my friend and started discussing about a bikepacking journey,He was excited too.then we started preparing and after 2 weeks we are all ready. And we planed the route a riding from Kerala to Goa, And we started the ride on a Saturday evening, The big difference we can see in India is culture,people, language everything changes from place to places. We met different different kind of people's. At that time we traveled bikepacking was not that familiar/usual in India because everyone was staring and taiking selfies with us we felt like we came from some another country 😁 and that was a merit too because everyone was ready to help us. And these was one of the best days in my life. On the journeys sometimes we can't find toilets and we are forced to poop in the woods nearby the highways, tenting at dangerous places, Maiking connection with village people's and staying at their houses... We tried to help people as we can in journey teaching poor kids some English basics helping them to learn football skills, repairing goods in their homes and all everyone was soo kind. Before the last day of the ride when we reached Karwar(a place near to Goa, India)we can't find any place to camp and it's too late can't find any people in the roads or nearby.we so afraid because Karwar have a myth that it's the place of robbers and dangerous people. Time gone and gone at last we found a man on the road and we asked him for help, he was such a kind person he owns a open hotel there and he gave us a space there to camp and asked her servents to clean the place for us and gave us food to eat we were soo happy.. After a nice and hard sleep when we woke up the servents there said that the owner was sprinkling kerosine around the tent at night to protect up from reptiles... Its right that memories and experiences we make while traveling make people kind and a storyteller.