Traveling Towards Greece

Traveling Towards Greece

Riding in a nearly empty mini-bus towards Greece I feel the full force of travel: open pastures, rising distant white cap mountains, farmer huts, and an Open Road stretching out far ahead. Comfortable, I stretch out my feet and watch the landscape roll by. Chaya is comfortably numb beside me, as she too hangs in the scene that is all around us.
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Wade from Vagabond Journey.com
in Istanbul, Turkey- February 12, 2009
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A man walking in the middle of nowhere and a few Albanian mushroom barracks dot the landscape, as the movement of bus that I ride in contrasts with the stillness of the earth we trod . . . making it seem all the more still, silent, unchanging, quiet. The bus driver is playing music on an old tape deck whose words and beat I do not understand, which reminds me pleasantly that I know nothing of this place.

I am merely a migrant voyeur briefly peaking in on the lives of others before moving on and on and on. Ever gauging the status of the people of planet earth is a lovely profession.

Traveling Towards Greece