Post-travel musings

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.

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.

On the road - In Brasil.

Let’s get down to it then.

(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.