“The sea's only gifts are harsh blows, and occasionally the chance to feel strong. Now I don't know much about the sea, but I do know that that's the way it is here. And I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong but to feel strong. To measure yourself at least once. To find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions. Facing the blind death stone alone, with nothing to help you but your hands and your own head.”
This is the beauty of Travel.. I strongly feel, nothing can make a man alive than being on his own, a backpack and a pair of shoes.. packed and lost in the wild beauty of nature and exploring every tits and bits of it..
The life and the adventure that awaits you, once you are out , nothing to save you and help you survive.. The wild nature and the exotic kiss of harsh blowing winds and the seas, ready to engulf you.. You are out there, alone and ready to live or die!!If you die,
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