Author: Alexandra Thompson

You’ve probably been bombarded with glossy Instagram reels that tell you need a carbon‑fiber backpack, a GPS watch that costs…

I was crouched on a sun‑warmed stone in a tea house outside Kathmandu, watching a group of eight‑year‑olds trade carrot…

Imagine I’m perched on a train from Delhi to Amritsar, the air thick with masala chai, when a sudden wave…

I was haggling over a hand‑woven cotton kurti in a narrow Jaipur bazaar, the scent of spices thick in the…

I was standing in a cramped kitchen on the outskirts of Kathmandu, air thick with spices, when a lanky local…

Mid‑flight, the cabin lights dimmed and the hum of the engine became a drum against my nerves. I had just…

Ever found yourself staring at a ceiling in a cramped hostel in Oaxaca, the humming fan the only soundtrack to…

The glow of the tablet lit up the cramped dormitory high in the Himalayas, and I could hear the wind…

The rain hammered the tin roof of a modest guesthouse in Ladakh, and I was halfway through typing a policy…

I was half‑asleep on a terrace in the highlands of Oaxaca, the night air humming with cicadas, when a sudden…