Asia, the return

I left a big part of myself there, and went back to Asia as a new person.

And the desire to return to this part of the world will never leave me. Back to the continent I love so much. A place where countries live and bubble. Colors, flavors, smells.

Mountains, religion, cultures, languages.

There's something about that place that keeps me coming back for more than ten years now.

I'd dreamed of the mountains of northern India, like the crowds on the plains.
Thai food, fresh fruit in local markets, cheap living, the sweetness of life.
A little less of the police in Vietnam or the humidity in Nepal.

But often we have to juggle with the seasons, and access to some places is a little restricted.
You do the best you can with the time you have, without rushing, but making progress all the same.

This part of the world holds so many adventure possibilities.

But often we have to juggle with the seasons, and access to some places is a little restricted. You do the best you can with the time you have, without rushing, but moving forward all the same.

Moving from one country to another means crossing more than just a border. Sometimes it's crossing worlds, with more or less pleasure, more or less expectation.

But here, as elsewhere, you have to learn to live with what comes, day by day.