The Other Land
Join one of ours. Fixed dates, fifteen seats, a host who walked the route first.
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We design the trip for the incurably curious.
Leaving next · Sri Lanka · 14 to 22 November
Tea country, Yala, Galle at dusk.
₹1,25,000 per person, every hotel included
Hold me a seat
Trips made for you
Have one made. Your dates, your people, a pace set by whoever needs the longest lunch.
See six we drew this yearFifteen curious people make a different version of a place. That is the one we go to.
Trips made for you
Tell us who is coming and what they can't stand. A first route in 48 hours; nothing to pay until it makes you grin.
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Rome to Amsterdam, fourteen nights, one family
East Africa, one safari after another
Koh Samui, a week with nowhere to be
Vietnam, for ten couples at once
Georgia, for thirty seniors at their pace
A letter from Nakul
It's past midnight and I'm comparing two ferry timetables for a trip that isn't even mine. One ferry is forty minutes faster. The other leaves at dawn and catches the islands waking up. I've been at this for an hour. The dawn ferry wins. The dawn ferry always wins.
That's the kind of person you're dealing with. Hello, I'm Nakul.
I started Travalong Journeys in 2015 because all of this, the maps, the timetables, the absurd joy of finding a route nobody else bothers to find, refused to stay a hobby.
My lens is simple: a trip is everything that happens between a strange bed and a good sunset. Wake up somewhere worth opening your eyes for: a treehouse, a riad, a tent doing a very convincing impression of a five star hotel. Spend the day on something you'll exaggerate for years: walking on a glacier, drifting over a valley, jumping off things. (Safely. Mostly.) Then end it where the sky shows off: a dune, a ferry deck, a rooftop still warm from the afternoon. Museums, monuments, long lunches? Absolutely, if they're your thing. It's your trip, your ingredients. But strange bed, one good adventure, a sunset you didn't have to rush: that's the skeleton I build everything on.
What I won't build is the other thing: eight countries in nine days, waving at Europe through a bus window. That's not a journey. That's a delivery route, and you're the parcel.
The other half of the job starts when you board. An atelier doesn't just cut the suit; it fits it, adjusts it, and repairs it mid wear. So while you travel, the desk stays open: the table rebooked, the boat held a little longer, the day rebuilt when the weather has opinions. Most travel companies hand you an itinerary and wish you luck. We hand you a number that answers.
People ask me my favourite trip and I honestly can't answer. The trips have melted into moments, and the moments have melted into me. But ask me about any year of my life, and I'll answer with a place. 2015 is a bridge in Prague at 5:40 in the morning.
That's what a good trip does. It doesn't stay a holiday. It becomes how you remember your own life.
So that's what I build now, for anyone who asks: trips that turn into years you can name.
Nakul · Founder · Travalong Journeys
P.S. The email at the bottom is really mine. Tell me which year you're trying to make memorable.
Messages from the way home
They put us with a family in a kasbah. Two nights I'll think about for the rest of my life.
Sneha and Vikram · Morocco
The aurora was the smallest part. The sauna in the snow, the husky guide who'd lived there forty years, those are what we still talk about.
Aditya R., Hyderabad · Finland
My parents are in their sixties. Nakul designed something slow, comfortable, but never boring. They came back glowing.
Rhea K., Pune · Sri Lanka
Tell us who is coming. We will draw the route.
