Back on the trail
Shiraz, Iran
one of the best lessons to learn from travelling is that you are, in fact, not special. To sit around and listen to the conversation on an average night when stories are being told over cups of tea and water pipes, is to be humbled. There is always someone who has gone further, longer, higher, deeper. Last night stories were being told of bus rides through rebel infested territory, a guy who is driving from australia through asia, the middle east and europe and on to africa down to cape town, near escape stories of hashish, opium, and the pakistani police, the relative ease required to secure afghani and iraqi visas (both possible of course, only the jordanian border is open to travellers into iraq, and afghanistan is fine as long as you use only the main east-west road apparently). Travel to china? A japanese guy did it on a horse and on arrival, ate the horse in order to keep its spirit alive.
These are the kind of things that make you examine why you are doing what you are doing, and if there is any reason for it- i'm a bit stumped personally.
I lost my guide book last night. Forgot it in the last town by (a big) mistake, and realized when i got off the bus bleary-eyed and nervous at 4.52 am and thought of looking for a hotel to continue the nights sleep in. Boy did i wake up quickly. The event itself is not so important, but i woke up this morning with an amazing feeling of having (been forced to) let go. I'm still thinking more about what it means, but if anyone knows a cheap hotel in Kerman, the next city on the route, let me know.
more as it happens
rx
one of the best lessons to learn from travelling is that you are, in fact, not special. To sit around and listen to the conversation on an average night when stories are being told over cups of tea and water pipes, is to be humbled. There is always someone who has gone further, longer, higher, deeper. Last night stories were being told of bus rides through rebel infested territory, a guy who is driving from australia through asia, the middle east and europe and on to africa down to cape town, near escape stories of hashish, opium, and the pakistani police, the relative ease required to secure afghani and iraqi visas (both possible of course, only the jordanian border is open to travellers into iraq, and afghanistan is fine as long as you use only the main east-west road apparently). Travel to china? A japanese guy did it on a horse and on arrival, ate the horse in order to keep its spirit alive.
These are the kind of things that make you examine why you are doing what you are doing, and if there is any reason for it- i'm a bit stumped personally.
I lost my guide book last night. Forgot it in the last town by (a big) mistake, and realized when i got off the bus bleary-eyed and nervous at 4.52 am and thought of looking for a hotel to continue the nights sleep in. Boy did i wake up quickly. The event itself is not so important, but i woke up this morning with an amazing feeling of having (been forced to) let go. I'm still thinking more about what it means, but if anyone knows a cheap hotel in Kerman, the next city on the route, let me know.
more as it happens
rx
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