I travel alone to feel the world, not just see it
I document real places, real people, and real stories — through nature, history, culture, food, and human connection.
About me
I Don’t Collect Places. I Collect Stories
My name is Afnan Alamin.
Welcome! Every day I wake up with one goal in mind: “How can I help other people travel better for less?” My mission is to help you realize your travel dreams by making you a smarter, more informed traveler.
Since 2008, I’ve helped tens of millions of people save money, travel more, and have a more authentic experience in the destinations they visit. Everything I teach you here, I do myself! You will get the tips, tricks, and tools you need to have the trip of your dreams — without breaking the bank!
About me
I Don’t Collect Places. I Collect Stories
My name is Afnan Alamin.
Welcome! Every day I wake up with one goal in mind: “How can I help other people travel better for less?” My mission is to help you realize your travel dreams by making you a smarter, more informed traveler.
Since 2008, I’ve helped tens of millions of people save money, travel more, and have a more authentic experience in the destinations they visit. Everything I teach you here, I do myself! You will get the tips, tricks, and tools you need to have the trip of your dreams — without breaking the bank!
Recent blog
Aboriginal art and culture in Port Douglas, Queensland, Australia
Over a decade ago, when my partner and I coincidentally landed up in Goa during the monsoon, we had no idea we’d be in for such a treat. I have vivid memories of those weeks spent driving around the interiors on our bike, huddling under old banyan trees with fellow riders during a heavy downpour, spotting peacocks dancing in the lush greenery, cycling on idyllic islands, chatting with farmers in their paddy fields, and celebrating Sao Joao – the well-jumping festival!
A lot has changed in Goa since that monsoon many years ago. It’s no longer an off-season time to visit Goa. Most cafes and restaurants no longer remain shut during the rains. The roads are no longer deserted. The paddy fields, huggable old trees and Portuguese-era houses are quickly being replaced by traffic and ugly buildings.
But in little pockets – on the backwaters, the river, the ghats – the magic of Goa in the monsoon can still be a treat for any nature lover. Personally, I love sleeping to the show of lightening, thunder, and the sweet feeling of lashing tropical rain.
Over a decade ago, when my partner and I coincidentally landed up in Goa during the monsoon, we had no idea we’d be in for such a treat. I have vivid memories of those weeks spent driving around the interiors on our bike, huddling under old banyan trees with fellow riders during a heavy downpour, spotting peacocks dancing in the lush greenery, cycling on idyllic islands, chatting with farmers in their paddy fields, and celebrating Sao Joao – the well-jumping festival!
A lot has changed in Goa since that monsoon many years ago. It’s no longer an off-season time to visit Goa. Most cafes and restaurants no longer remain shut during the rains. The roads are no longer deserted. The paddy fields, huggable old trees and Portuguese-era houses are quickly being replaced by traffic and ugly buildings.
But in little pockets – on the backwaters, the river, the ghats – the magic of Goa in the monsoon can still be a treat for any nature lover. Personally, I love sleeping to the show of lightening, thunder, and the sweet feeling of lashing tropical rain.
Over a decade ago, when my partner and I coincidentally landed up in Goa during the monsoon, we had no idea we’d be in for such a treat. I have vivid memories of those weeks spent driving around the interiors on our bike, huddling under old banyan trees with fellow riders during a heavy downpour, spotting peacocks dancing in the lush greenery, cycling on idyllic islands, chatting with farmers in their paddy fields, and celebrating Sao Joao – the well-jumping festival!
A lot has changed in Goa since that monsoon many years ago. It’s no longer an off-season time to visit Goa. Most cafes and restaurants no longer remain shut during the rains. The roads are no longer deserted. The paddy fields, huggable old trees and Portuguese-era houses are quickly being replaced by traffic and ugly buildings.
But in little pockets – on the backwaters, the river, the ghats – the magic of Goa in the monsoon can still be a treat for any nature lover. Personally, I love sleeping to the show of lightening, thunder, and the sweet feeling of lashing tropical rain.
Over a decade ago, when my partner and I coincidentally landed up in Goa during the monsoon, we had no idea we’d be in for such a treat. I have vivid memories of those weeks spent driving around the interiors on our bike, huddling under old banyan trees with fellow riders during a heavy downpour, spotting peacocks dancing in the lush greenery, cycling on idyllic islands, chatting with farmers in their paddy fields, and celebrating Sao Joao – the well-jumping festival!
A lot has changed in Goa since that monsoon many years ago. It’s no longer an off-season time to visit Goa. Most cafes and restaurants no longer remain shut during the rains. The roads are no longer deserted. The paddy fields, huggable old trees and Portuguese-era houses are quickly being replaced by traffic and ugly buildings.
But in little pockets – on the backwaters, the river, the ghats – the magic of Goa in the monsoon can still be a treat for any nature lover. Personally, I love sleeping to the show of lightening, thunder, and the sweet feeling of lashing tropical rain.
Over a decade ago, when my partner and I coincidentally landed up in Goa during the monsoon, we had no idea we’d be in for such a treat. I have vivid memories of those weeks spent driving around the interiors on our bike, huddling under old banyan trees with fellow riders during a heavy downpour, spotting peacocks dancing in the lush greenery, cycling on idyllic islands, chatting with farmers in their paddy fields, and celebrating Sao Joao – the well-jumping festival!
A lot has changed in Goa since that monsoon many years ago. It’s no longer an off-season time to visit Goa. Most cafes and restaurants no longer remain shut during the rains. The roads are no longer deserted. The paddy fields, huggable old trees and Portuguese-era houses are quickly being replaced by traffic and ugly buildings.
But in little pockets – on the backwaters, the river, the ghats – the magic of Goa in the monsoon can still be a treat for any nature lover. Personally, I love sleeping to the show of lightening, thunder, and the sweet feeling of lashing tropical rain.
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Aboriginal art and culture in Port Douglas, Queensland, Australia