Se plimba omu’ linistit seara, sta gura casca langa un templu jain, mic si pierdut printre stradute, si 2 minute mai tarziu se trezeste rapit si adus cu forta (zambetelor) la un chai de casa. Cam asa am fost noi deturnati acum 2 seri. Am aterizat pe nepusa masa (la propriu, din fericire) in casa unui cuplu de localnici: el profesor, ea asistenta medicala, cu doi copii frumosi si putin rusinati.
Ne-am simtit minunat :D. Era extraordinara bucuria lor de a primi oaspeti in casa lor. Si asa ne-am facut noi prieteni :).
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.
Part 8 of the 2018 Central Asia Tour: crossing Kyrgyzstan via Sary-Tash, Osh, Jalal-Abad, Toktogul, Bishkek, Song-Kul, Issyk Kul and Karakol - June. #adventure #AdventureTouring #aventura
Part 8 of the 2018 Central Asia Tour: crossing Kyrgyzstan via Sary-Tash, Osh, Jalal-Abad, Toktogul, Bishkek, Song-Kul, Issyk Kul and Karakol - June. #adventure #AdventureTouring #aventura
Somewhere in Siberia, I think it was not too far from Kemerovo - but it really doesn't matter. Somewhat in the afternoon, I was having a break for a late lunch before the last leg of the day. The bike was parked on the side-walk, as usual, and when I went out to suit-up and get ready to ride, an old guy was next to the bike, checking it out. Once he saw me, he started to talk - a wave of words, as usual in the sweet Russian language, of which I knew only a handful of words. It took more than a few long minutes to understand: he was rushing me to start and get to my overnight destination before nightfall, because, due to traffic and the big trucks on the road, it is dangerous to ride after dark. Yeah, that guy who I have no idea what his name is, randomly passing by, was really keen to make sure that I will safe for the day, the night and the rest of the trip.Somehow, against all hardships and remoteness, the people in that part of the world are still hanging on to their humanity. To our humanity. They do actually care about that random stranger fate.Lesson learned. There is still hope for this world, however remote that might be. There is still some soul left in this world.We only to get out of our couches and start looking for it. ... See MoreSee Less
