| Loneliness of the Long Distance Biker
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| Dullness is just what adventure isn't.
It is harder to describe what adventure is, but it's not a parched
business. The very air is sweet when a journey is going well.
Then, brim full of emotion, adventure carries the sound of twigs
that crackle in a desert fire with the smell of mint tea being
served. Adventure is not just knowing where you are going but
a realisation that everything you do is an adventure. In the
tradition of Huxley imbibing mescaline to just observe and be,
Tibetan monks chanting or Sufi's Whirling Dervishes, such thoughts
cater for the idea, that not going anywhere is also worthy of
being called adventure; it is simply part of the distinction
between the two main types. One deals precisely with the real
here and now, the other with the not knowing, the not being,
the not doing, and yet, still going out to do it. It describes
an incomprehensibleness linked to movement through time and
space. Or is it easier to think of it all as some sort of travellers
insanity?
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