India – adunate de pe drum

Undeva intre Udaipur si Ranakpur, pe un drum de poveste (ca si peisaj, ca drumul era super ingust, deci cu morcovi la pachet). I-am facut cunostinta lui Bikeyji cu un alt gen de maimute, pe langa cea pe care o duce in spate de mai bine de 3.000 de Km.

Bikeyji si maimuta

PS – s-o auzi pe cealalta maimuta cum canta in spate pe motor, cand e in toane de joaca, pe bune ca-i nepretuit :D.


I look like a regular person. I live like a regular person. I even speak like a regular person (sometimes). But my inner core is made from the souls of the past nomads. I wander, I get lost, very often I get sidetracked. But I never stray too far from my nomadic core. It is who I am. I’m always looking to get past borders, limits and “no, you should not”s or “you should”s. I’m always searching, always longing, even though I know there is no end, there is no final answer. But all my quests are taking me closer to my own people: you, the other nomads of this world. And I’m always grateful when I get to meet you. You, the nomads of this world, are the fabric of true life. A shared story, a shared cup of tea or stale piece of bread from last month, a smile or just a simple welcome, a shared dream – this is what travelling is all about for me. Welcome to my world – welcome to my fantasy.

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