Today we started a new tradition. 💕
It was a coffee date where we both acted like “real adults”. It was hard, but I #leveledup 😂
We had a thought provoking conversation and chatted about our week.
Who is the little funny adult I’m raising?? #damnshescute#allmine
Percakapan singkat :
👦 Hai neng, kita mulai hubungan kita dari nol yuk.
👧 Maaf bang, hati adek udah full tank.
📍 Gunung Koromong, Bandung Selatan
S/o to the city and everyone that came out and supported us today @williwawsocial. If you missed out today, get ready for our Black Friday Sale & 4 year Anniversary Party @brownbagsandwichco this Friday!!! Stay tuned for more info! #the49thsupplyco 📸: @willbondingram
I met Marcus organizing a tangle of slings and harness sitting on the floor of the car down from Mürren. “Are you Dave,” he started. He’s a German mechanic. We chatted about the tensile strength of the cable on the way down. Four hours later Im driving his car down from this exit on a closed for the season road shortly after taking this photo. Later that Saturday evening we sat across from each other at the end of a farming valley road playing a swiss twilight zone version of bingo. Except they call it lotto. And the only words Germans can understand are numbers. Cherie, from New Zealand, won a meat plate, a proper swiss prize of cured meats on a platter. Was immediately gifted to Lisa, a proper Brit. All this happened, making for the most magical day. Days like this day are a reminder of how beautiful the universe can be to you. Magic times🇨🇭
My affair with travel does not have a lot of history and if you talk about numbers, I may just be one of those who have traveled the least. I do not have a real story about "How" and "Where". But yes, there's a small story about "What" travel did to me.
Travel could not happen to me in the early phases of life. My parents were not big travel fans so our summer vacations were only limited to my grandma's home, which happened to be in the same city that we lived. Also, my school never took us out on any trips.
The FIRST trip that took me to the heart of the Himalayas happened when I was 16. Even today I can clearly recollect the feeling of witnessing River Beas caress the curves of those mighty mountains for the very first time. It was like a million butterflies doing a happy dance in my stomach. I have just not been able to shrug that feeling and maybe, I never will. I certainly wanted to travel more after this trip and it just kept happening one after another. Thanks to this trip, I realized that I wanted to travel and write for the rest of my life.
Talking about the kind of traveler I am; I love mountains, road trips, and weekend getaways.
For me, traveling is therapeutic – it kicked away all anxiety that I could never discuss with anyone. It helped me overcome a lot of my fears – heights, heartbreaks, and driving up the hills are few to name. It taught me the art of letting go. It made me realize that chances have to be taken and that I should not be afraid to immerse myself in the wilderness of the world.
On a closing note; Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out going to the mountains is going home; that wilderness is a necessity. -John Muir