The old man and the bridge
We were traveling in the same direction, I could tell.
As I slowed down with a smile, it was just a moment, but there we lived for a while.
Only the hanging wire bridge knows our tale.
Across The Sahara on a Bicycle
Across The Sahara on a Bicycle Between the things we get And the things we celebrate Flows a desert Lest we forget. #SaharaQuartet Background: My Africa My first exposure to the real Africa in 2005 after climbing Kilimanjaro. Scanned from slide. On top of Kilimanjaro in 2005 with a copy of Tathyakendra magazine. Scanned from slide I first visited Africa (Tanzania to be specific) in 2005. I hiked Kilimanjaro and came back home. It was just a tourist thing I did. But in spite of being wrapped up in an itinerary and a travel package of all things touristy; something very curious happened. I got even more inquisitive about Africa. I wanted to go back to Africa. Not as a tourist, but as a drifting wanderer, living an ever curious life. But for that I had to wait a good seven years. In 2011, while I was exploring the barriers of the Nanda Devi Sanctuary in the Indian Himalaya; I realised that one of my Himalayan heroes H.W.T
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