"To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world." -Freya Stark
Seriously. Travelling is such a drug. Addictive and invigorating. Especially mountains, with their cognac sunsets and icy blue hills.
Most people travel by the rules of the book. The place, the scenic beauty, the hotel, food, shopping malls etc. I follow my heart. Yeah, cliche, but true!
I have my own parameters of appreciating a beautiful place.When I look at a new place; it has to talk back to me, in a secret language...I have to hear that certain special “zing”…inside of me.
And it must appeal to my subliminal senses more than its value as a popular spot.
Aside from some quiet moments, it is my capacity to be a woman in a strange city, without escort or encumbrance that I seek, when I go traveling.
And, I come back with copper tan, truncated nails and tangled hair, but with my heart soaring like an abandoned kite, way beyond the bruised horizons of my inner turmoil.
I feel like a newborn. Wishing to kick off my shoes and go running in the rain.
Clean of all falsities...
And take it from me,next time if you truly wish to savour the pleasures of travelling, you must go alone. You get that essential isolation to be with your thoughts and put them in the right perspectives when they go astray and moreover, these brief sojourns with only yourself as company, will just thaw the frost around your mind, heart and soul, and heal you deep within.
"Internal burning . . . wandering fever . . ." -Kalevala.