So. It's been almost 3 years since I wrote
a blog post. I have utterly failed in converting my thoughts into letters that
sprawl across a relatively flat surface.
Let’s get down to it then.
In a whimsical way, the last three years
have been adventurous. The adventure, as exhilarating as it was, has paved the
way to an all-encompassing, ever-expanding horizon.
Nothing seems out of reach when you are
ascending the Andes Mountains on a horse, eyeing the condors flying above and
talking to a native about the oasis below – all while slowly transcending into
dusk.
Each diverse location greeted me with an
effortless welcome. In Arequipa, two giant dormant volcanoes (El Misti and Chachani) juxtapose themselves with the empty backdrop that is the
sky, just as you land in the airport rightly placed in the middle of nowhere. And
the charming snow-covered tip of El Misti
is sure to accentuate the already-hard-to-forget scenery.
I could go on. But that would take a few
hundred pages and a couple of months are likely to disappear.
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| On the road - In Brasil. |
(Cynics beware)
Is travel designed to be a fleeting break
from the chaotic routine that we refer to in conversation as Life? Hardly. The
path of travel seems to involuntarily open up a can of innate, yet new-found, perceptions.
This contagious sentiment can easily alter a life’s course. Or better yet, it
can shape it. It is oddly pleasing though – that a diversion from life’s
monotony can get us back on track.
