Travalong
The south coast of Sri Lanka from the air, palms down to the surf

We design the trip for the incurably curious.

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Sri Lanka · 14 to 22 November

₹1,25,000 per person, every hotel included

Four friends on a sea wall watching the sun go down

The Other Land

Join one of ours.

Fixed dates, fifteen seats, a host who walked the route first.

See the nine departures
Two women walking down a sunlit stone lane

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 year

Fifteen curious people make a different version of a place. That is the one we go to.

One departure a month, fifteen seats, three at most to a booking, and a host who has walked it first.

One age band a departure, so nobody is the odd one out.

Send me all nine on WhatsApp
Tea gardens near Kandy under a rainbow

November

Sri Lanka

14 to 22 November

₹1,25,000 per person, hotels included

Hold me a seat
Pink walls and a palm in Marrakech

January

Morocco

23 to 31 January

₹2,00,000 per person, hotels included

Hold me a seat

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.

A carousel lit up at a Christmas market in Scotland

Scotland at Christmas, for two women

The carousel, Christmas week

Two elephants at sundown in East Africa

East Africa, one safari after another

Two elephants, the last drive of the day

Friends under the canopy of a boat at sunset

Vietnam, for ten couples at once

The boat back, six o'clock

Friends in a train carriage watching snowy mountains

Rome to Amsterdam, fourteen nights, one family

Window seats, the train over the mountains

A beach and its villas from above on Koh Samui

Koh Samui, a week with nowhere to be

The bay from above, nobody on the sand

A stone church below the mountains in Georgia

Georgia, for thirty seniors at their pace

A stone church under the Caucasus

Tell us about yours

Nakul Karwa

A letter from Nakul

Founder · Travalong Journeys · Mumbai

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

The First Draft

Write the trip in three lines. A person on our desk sends a first draft, free, then we carry on over WhatsApp.

Free. Read by a person in Mumbai or Nashik, never a machine.

Mountains over a bay at sunset

Tell us who is coming.
We will draw the route.

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