About Me


Machu Picchu, Peru. June 2015.

“We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.” – Carson McCullers


I remember staring at the television, contemplating whether to watch Cartoon Network or Discovery channel. I remember choosing the Discovery channel. It was a life changing moment for my seven-year-old self. I was hooked. I remember watching her go from Australia to Thailand, and somewhere in between. I was hooked. I wanted to be her. I wanted to travel the world. I wanted to see everything and anything.

I started traveling within the state of Gujarat with any family who would take me. I also encouraged my school to set up yearly trips for students. To my surprise, they hosted a trip later that year! I, of course, was the first to sign up. We traveled around the state of Rajasthan that year, and Maharashtra the following year. I later begged them to set up a trip to Goa – a place I was dying to go to, and they did, but my life had other plans.

Two weeks after my thirteenth birthday, my family and I moved from a small town in India to New York. From learning how to speak a new language to making a new set of friends – understanding and fitting into a new culture were a priority. It was difficult, but it was an experience. I got busy juggling a new life while my wandering soul took a hiatus. 


The Parliament, Thames River, Big Ben and I. London, UK. January 2006.

Chasing the dream

Fast-forward to 2006, I stumbled upon a flyer for a 10-day trip to London. My wanderlust kicked in, and it kicked in hard. I immediately signed up. It was time to get back to the dream I had long forgotten. I immediately wrote down any travel goals I could think of and the rest was history. I started crossing off a destination year after year – since London, I have backpacked around 15+ countries, and I have no plans on slowing down.

Once a year, go someplace you have never been before. – Dalai Lama

Istanbul, Turkey.

Photo by my camera-challenged mother. Istanbul, Turkey. March 2014

Why Wandering Krishna?

When I was little, my dear Mum nicknamed me “bhatk-ti atma” translating to “wandering soul” as I could never-sit-still in our house. I needed to be outside all of the time; roaming, wandering, exploring. Hence, the name “Wandering Krishna.” After many requests from friends and family, I decided to give blogging a go. It’s as terrible as I imagined it — just kidding! I’ve never been much of a writer – throwing myself into verbally expressing myself here is a constant battle between my brain and the keyboard (if you couldn’t tell from my awfully constructed sentences and grammatical errors).

With that said, not all of us can quit our jobs to travel the world full-time, but that doesn’t mean we can’t get away for a 2-3 week holiday on a budget. Aside from my not-so-witty travel tales, I launched this blog to help out my fellow part-time travelers with travel tips, budgets, itineraries, and inspire (you to pack your bags, and travel).

When I’m not wrecking my brain out and pressing the backspace button 50 times before completing a poorly written sentence; I am slaving away at one of my three jobs, sleeping or online shopping for cheap tickets to some country I won’t be visiting anytime soon. Hey now, we all have our demons, and credit card happens to be my drug of choice. It also happens to pays for some most of my travels.

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