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Sunday, November 20, 2016

That Guy In Yellow Boots




There is pleasure in the pathless woods. There is the rapture in the lonely shore! There is a society where none intrudes. By the deep sea and music in its roar. I love not the man less but nature more - Alexander Supertramp. Travel is his choice of drug, wanderlust his addiction. Heart always roaming up there roaming mountains high.




 He is the morning sunrise and evening sunsets he has witnessed. For he is excited to see those golden rays as if it is for the first time he is beholding those moments. He is the blowing winds he has faced. He is the snowstorm that hit him in the gigantic mountains. He is the steps he took towards nirvana. He is the pain, he is the painful knees. He is the places he has been to. He is the people he met, the smiling kid he shared a moment with. He is the shivering cold nights. From getting lost in the forest to reaching alone to the destination, he has been there, done that.




Those hustling prayer flags, view from the top that food on the table after all day long walk and finding hard to believe a guy that said he climbed Everest seven times and smoked three surya sticks there. Watching falling stars (meteor) in that cold night of Annapurna Base Camp, one of the best moment of his life.




Those feelings he got when he saw those snowcapped mountains, smiling children in the alleys of Manang, blue crystal clear waters of Gangapurna, Frozen Gosaikunda, and the unforgettable, truly magical sunset he ever witnessed there. Hide and seek with Machhapuchre to crossing the mighty Thorang La Pass and resting by the ice lake having a Cinnamon roll. Dip in a hot spring water with a can. Ohh, those were the best days!



He is joy of being there, place he always want to be in. For he is not rooted in one place. He finds himself in the open roads, from alleys of ancient cities to narrow mountain trails. Home is somewhere he rests his backpack of stories and photographs for a day and move on the very next day for a new quest, new stories. Out there, roaming in the wild, all alone, thoughts ranging from top of the world to river beds.

Dirty yellow boots traveling into unknown lands, revealing each stories as the land passes by.

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