You can easily tell when I am about to head out on a journey: I seem to wake up from a writing hibernation. Suddenly I output a multitude of signals and post them wherever I can online. It is during such moments that I usually join new forums, create new online accounts. Perhaps I try to emulate a dying star: shine bright and reach out far before vanishing into the night.
I miss
Ladakh.
I haven't kept in contact with most of the awesome people I met on the road.
Perhaps I could find a direct route from China to India. That would be beyond neat. Perhaps through Tibet? Maybe via Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan and Pakistan? I wonder how tight the border control is for those wishing to go from
Lahore to
Srinagar...
Ah! The
Karakoram highway...
I was just talking with Walter and I shared with him this odd feeling that has crept its way into my daily experience of Life and he knew exactly what I was talking about. He also pointed out that it would be useful for me to get used to the notion of eternity. See, I'm struggling with the thought of actually continuing to live for years to come. It may sound arrogant, but I feel I have achieved highs many don't nowadays and I live free as a bird as many would desire. Surely I don't contribute as much to the world as Bush does but I dare to believe I may have rocked the world of a handful of people, even if just for a few moments.