Why Did I Start Pxley?
“What are you doing this summer?”, asked my late mother. I shrugged my shoulders as I finished my dinner. “Meh” wasn’t in my vocabulary as a teen who had just completed 10th grade. A few minutes later she handed me some money and said, “Go travel. You will learn a lot.”
Ma, I am forever indebted to you. “Bhutan: A Magical Journey” is in your honor.
As a child in elementary and middle school, my family traveled to distant locations in India every year. I remember:
- being offered sugar cubes during teatime at the Rashtrapati Bhavan* and was awestruck that sugar came in cubes;
- visiting the town of Vrindavan and falling terribly sick thereafter;
- carrying my LP records in a shoulder bag and discussing with a flight attendant whether The Police were a punk or reggae band; and
- riding a horse every evening in Shillong and being surprised how much better a horse fart smelled in comparison to human farts.
I have been lucky and thankful to have had opportunities to continue with my travels as an adult. However, as an introvert and a person of color, my travel experiences can be quite different. This has not been an impediment nor a negative aspect in any way or form. On the contrary, I have found ways and means to explore places from my point of view and Pxley is my way of sharing these travel experiences stories with you.
I hope you enjoy my Pxley travel experience stories. My hope is that you too can take time to travel and build memorable experiences. Time isn’t just to check items off a list. Life is short.
*President Fakhruddin Ali Ahmed, then President of India, was a friend of my father. Our family was invited to the Rashtrapati Bhavan, the official presidential residence.