Monday, August 23, 2010

tales from south of the Danube


an abrubt and unannounced toss of the dice landed me upon a place that is probably the exact opposite of central asia. this toss brought me to a city which is perhaps one of my favorite places my travels have chanced me upon: Veliko Turnovo, Bulgaria. from here i have set up shop for a few days and started rerouting the next two months of my journey. i'm thinking north.. far north.. across the danube and into the land of vampires and werewolves, but before then there is much to be explored in these beautiful balkan forests.






i absolutely adore this city both now and last winter when i first came here. its weird how different it is in the summer and how much i prefer being in the company of Normal but alas i am here living and loving. met some characters in these parts and even managed to infiltrate a folk music festival in the comany of two bulgarian dancers i met while hitchhiking near Gabrovo.





happy travels my friends past and present and happy travels to those who have yet to come :)



this video isn't as cool as it looks... just taking in the enormous sensation of being rattled by a fast train on a bridge.



i laughed at the moon a bit last night.. reminded me of a dear friend of mine from long ago who used to complain to the moon at night. i had a lot to laugh about. it was one of those maniacal laughs that is neither joyful nor distressed.. just felt like laughing. i gave some though to the human condition and the possibilities that come with owning a brain. i thought of all the crazy people in the world and realized how capable we are to lose our minds.. yet perhaps we are one and the same with the madmen of the streets.

i advise to all people for a short extent of your life try to go hungry for a while. try to not eat and to see your mind begin to eat away at itself. imagine what it feels like to lose our sense of reason and to stop looking at people as our brothers however as an obsticle between us and ending this horrible sensation of hunger in the belly. there is so much distrust for street people in these parts of the world but really look at what you are hiding your face from. i remember the widows in georgia, dressed in black, helpless and frowned upon. i remember the gypsies i've met everywhere who are not even thought of as citizens, their names carrying the stigma of racism. i'm no better.. just because i'm no better.. but i've seen some things and i've learned when to listen.

yeah my shits starting to go.. i love it :)

i made promises as a child and made claims that one day i'd leave my home and walk off into the world to forever seek adventure, culture and happiness. the only foundation i have in my life is to respect the path i walk on and more importantly respect the paths of others that i cross. listen.. listen.. what speaks to you?



the author, alive and a-love...



hitchhiking to shipka with my dear 'sudaka' friend, Mauro

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