It started with frustration. The kind you feel when a "Spiti road trip" turns out to be 30 strangers crammed into a bus, stopping at the same overcrowded cafes, following the same cookie-cutter itinerary that every other operator in the country is running. Instagram-optimized rest stops. Tourist menus. "Adventure" reduced to a checklist. We'd had enough.
We believe real travel is uncomfortable. Not miserable - but genuinely challenging. It's sleeping in a homestay where nobody speaks your language but everyone feeds you like family. It's waking up at 14,000 feet to a sky so clear you question everything you thought you knew about stars. It's being lost - not because you didn't plan, but because the best stories begin where the plan ends.
That belief became Bunny Trails. Today, we run expeditions for no more than 10 travelers at a time, on routes that don't appear in travel brochures. We stay with local families, eat what they eat, walk where they walk. We go to villages where the last tourist visit was a season ago. We don't "cover destinations" - we inhabit places, briefly and respectfully, and leave only footprints.
"We don't sell trips. We create the kind of stories people tell at dinner tables for the rest of their lives."