Musing On Travel

Musing On Travel

Best is travelling on foot to really enjoy, see, hear, feel most of the time, then running, then cycling, then driving, then flying, except flying, sailing on a hang-glider as I imagine it.

On foot you could walk on path ways, along the sawah dykes, ford a stream, climb up a hill, a mountain, cross a narrow bamboo cross over,  have a lodging somewhere on the road and have adventure with the unknown.

Walk a path

Ford a stream

 

 

Climb uphill

 



Rice field


Village road




Bamboo cross over

With cycling, you always have to be on the watch of the road, instead of the beautiful scenery, just as driving a car. You can only enjoy when you stop on the way or drive, cycle very slowly, as the slower you ride, you read, you eat, the more you enjoy. Flying is too fast, you get just a glimpse of a beautiful far away view.

When one day I’m not cycling any more will I have my travel start by bus, or train then on foot and return in a similar way.

But the best way is by boat, slowly upwards or downwards a stream, for days enjoying unknown sceneries, that’s as I imagine it; The Kapuas in Kalimantan for me, for you the Mississippi in the U.S., the Seine in Europe, the Volga in Russia, the Ganges in India, the Yellow river in China, the Nile in Africa, ...

“Ha. Ha. The best way by boat? Pak Chew is behind the times.” That is his euphemism of – dullard –dunce - simpleton. “He doesn’t know that the best way is to travel by mind; into the past, the future, into the heavens, universe, ...” So comments Opa Johan.

September 2012