I like traveling. Everybody like traveling. No, not everybody. There is a myth about this „I like traveling“, but not everybody enjoy it actually.
Some people like the trip, the way to a certain destination. They actually do not like the way, but the destination. The destination is all they can think about it. I like the journey. From a certain point in your life you realize that the destination is not the priority of your journey. We transformed the life in a race allowing the race to take over the control above our own life, but life is not a race. It is a competition, but not a race. Rationally speaking we should not run to the finish point, right? Are YOU in rush to the finish point of your life? I really doubt .... tell me I am wrong.
Everybody have to do The Journey, but not everybody have to travel. Why? Because Life = Journey, doesn't matter we like it or not.
I had yesterday a job interview. Something absolutely new in my professional life. Something without any connection to my professional experience so far. But into connection with a very dear hobby of mine. So, let’s hope I change the life once again.
“So, you are interpreter, right?”
“No, I am translator.”
“....? What's the difference?”
“A translator does the written work. An interpreter does the verbal one. And there are two different schools, 2 years long each of them. Different topics, different practices.”
Something like this about #travel vs. #journey.
Last autumn a very young guy on Facebook started to tell me how in love is he about traveling. He contacted me because he saw I also travel a lot. And he started to count about "20 countries he just visited" in the last month. I said:
“Stop, please. Why are you in such a rush?”
He replied: “Oh, I like to see new places. Traveling. Like you.”
I said: “I do not travel in this way, there is a misunderstanding. 20 countries in one month is a marathon, not a journey. I like The Journey. The feeling of the place, the quiet of the sunrise, the colors of the rain drops, the rumors of streets in the darkness. I like to stay under the rain and wind when I am happy or when I am in despair. Not to rush from a city to the other. Life is a journey, not a marathon. I do not travel like you. You don't see the country, you do not have time to see even a city or a quarter of a city. You maybe see the airport and the hotel and some streets of the city. Because you are in rush for running to the next city or country. I wonder why.”
He will understand. Some day. Later. Maybe. When I will not live anymore.
I started today after 12 p.m.. Running session I mean. It was planed to be a long training. At least 15 km, no longer than 90 minutes. Due to the last events of the last months I am not so fit at the moment. Ninety minutes for 15 km would be a great job for me in this context.
Rainy, cold, cloudy day. Like the two previous days. Actually perfect weather for a long training outdoor. It was the Grand Fondo Giro Race day and I am so sorry I could not participate. It would have been my first cycling race, wow!
After 2 km I reached the bridge to the Donau Island. I saw a big group of cyclists coming. I had no idea the route would be through my place!! I stopped to take pictures of them. As the place was very fine for a photograph I stopped and I remained one hour taking pictures of them! One hour to make pictures for distributing them, free of charge.
So my plan for my training …. Being so cold I was almost frozen. What to do? Run back home or run further to Vienna?
I run further to Vienna. I was tired. So I run slower. After 15 km I reached the Stephans’s Dom. A lot of tourist there.
I know the feeling. I dislike the masses of tourist, I never could enjoy being in such of large groups and let me lead to see that building and that building and nothing from the hidden narrow streets or non-touristic corners, nothing from what could interest me actually (!).
I like traveling. I like doing the most from my routes. I like to try crazy, but not mandatory spectacular things. I am not the “bungee-jumping” type.
For my powers (possibilities) the things I do are very spectacular and mostly unique.
The crazy “Duathlon”-day on Lanzarote, last month ….. I entered by bike a macadam road, nobody around.
After about 1,5 km the road entered a lava dessert. It was a path you could follow by foot to a crater, a higher and larger crater. I wanted to go there. What to do with the road bike? I took it on the shoulder and continued my journey by foot, running, then walking, as running on that narrow path through the lava is not an easy stuff to do, especially with a bike on the shoulder.
I met a couple coming from the opposite direction and 3 weeks later I’ve got a picture of mine in that lava dessert.
I love it!
The guy wrote to me:
|By La Cave A Jaife|
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