We have written previously that this blog contains but a fraction of our private writings. Since the late 90s we had been writing about each of our travel journeys. In those early days we actually printed them out and bound them into volumes. Don’t believe us?
Heheh… well here’s proof:
You see, first we have a large collection of books. Then we have our own ‘publications’. Not that you will see them on the shelves of the nearby bookstore anytime soon though. Heheh. The only thing is that as time went by the volumes got thicker and the number of years included in each became less.
Because each story got lengthier. The transition was made from film to digital (remember this post?) and we started to dig deeper into the destinations that we touched, such as the food we ate etc… you get the picture (no pun intended)… Today we have completed three volumes that exceed 1500 pages. Volume 4 is on the way and probably due by 2021. Only folks who physically visit our home get to read these volumes and the corresponding beautiful photo albums Suan produce.
Coincidentally the name of our private volumes are the same as the recently concluded newsletter. Recently we have started a new monthly circular aptly named “New Horizons”. But it is privately circulated and not published.
As social media continues to evolve, we are beginning to witness the rise of private groups and networks that are not public. Are you catching on to that too?
Heheh… thought we moved huh?
Well no. For this post is not about us moving away from our humble abode (our ‘castle’), but about a couple that has literally done that. Physically that is. Moving THE house, around the states of the US and Canada. Read here for the story. Now granted their little ‘house’ is really like a customized RV, it still brings a different view to the term “moving house’.
This word reminds us of the dream that many a red dotter have. To have a portfolio of real estate, or at least a non-government built apartment. They call them ‘upgraders’, graduating from living in government built flats to pricier privately built ones. Not that the ones built by our government are poorly constructed (on the contrary if you have been reading our MRT series), just that it seems to be a status conferring thing…
Living a life of modern nomadism seem to have evolved. Now you can bring along more than just a large backpack with you. Just make sure you have a place to sit your home and voila! We are so tempted… not sure if we’d ever clock that many miles. Sure sounds like a retirement adventure to us. Yeah! Perhaps we will work towards doing that when we have to stop working (or when the work stops for us).
They say a “wo(man)’s home is his/her castle”. Have you been moving castles? Or do you build them in the air?
With a post title like that, darn sure it should attract some attention. If not, well; when you fail, pick yourself up and try again. For failure is the mother of success, says some Chinese proverb… yeah. Right.
If you’ve picked up on reading this post, you’d either be curious (the cat) or agitated (the dog). Essentially we place you in these two categories (labels)… it just came out of the grey matter so don’t ask why.
Back to the matter at hand.
Some months back (last September to be precise), we reminisced about our journey to the caves of 九乡 (here) in Yunnan China. And we were engaged in a conversation with a wombat (heheh read more him here). Somewhere in that exchange, we concluded that travel seems to be a disease. An affliction that can apparently be chronic. Ooooh…
Now it used to be a disease for the wealthy, you know the likes of gout, hypertension… and appears also to be something that infects older folks as they retire. You know, have some money, go travel to see the world. In recent years though… it has spread. An epidemic if you will. And it has reached the far corners of the world. Ok so we exaggerated. So what? We sincerely believe many out there will agree. If not post a comment and we can debate ok?
Our story is one of catching this bug when we came out of college (if you’ve read our about section). And for over a quarter of a century we have spent so much money seeking treatment in an attempt to finally rid ourselves of the virus that has turned us into ‘travombies’. Everyday when we have time we’d be searching the web for the next journey, the best deals… mostly in the night though because we seem to be perfectly normal folks in the day when at the office…
Maybe if we finally touch Antarctica we would be cured once and for all.
Are you one of them travel zombies (aka ‘travombies)? How can you be treated? Do you think you can ever be cured? Tell us!
This article reminded us of the time when we were in the Loire.
Actually it was by accident that we found the Champignon musuem just further along route D7. We had lunch of grilled portobello (really large ones) with pork layered over it washed down with a glass of Saumur white. This cost us €22 for two back in 2005. Not just a cave for mushrooms, it was also a dwelling.
Then there was Rochemenier, dug into the ground. Some of them are still inhabited just like Sassi di Matera, featured in the Daily mail link above. Actually we saw the same in the Shaanxi province of China but no worth photos to share. The advantages of living in such dwellings is that it is cool in the summer and warm in the winter we are told. More to come when we start putting up pages of our handprints in Europe, and in particular – France!
The proof of the pudding is eating it.
Perhaps you’d like to put cave hotels on your bucket list? There are quite some in Goreme (cappadocia Turkey) here, here and here.
Souks, ancient markets of the near east. Noisy, funny smells and crowds. They seem to trade everything from spices to silks to slaves! At least they used to. In the Sahara, the Berbers were notorious for their pillaging the caravan trade that traverse the desert all the way to Timbuktu (it really exists in Mali, look it up) in the old days.
Today while many Berbers are settled, the souks that they gather to trade remains. By the way the featured image shows how an open souk trading horses and camels look like. Be careful not to lose your wife in the maze of the souk.
Read on here.