Komari 1/undefined by Tripoto


Eeshat Tiwary
I’d just spent a day lounging in Komari, a secluded village on the east coast, safely tucked in the only homestay here. With about 1400 km under my belt, I was taking time to cool off and enjoy some peace and quiet before I rode into the tourist-savvy town that lay about 20 km south. Thus far, the coastline had taken me across scantily clad towns, ones which rarely featured on the ‘backpacker’s trail.’ Though I was excited to face the tourist-heavy southern coastline, I had my inhibitions about sharing this pristine country with backpacking cutlets drunk in misbelief that they were all on the offbeat trail miles away from their homeland.