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"Go in Thailand, is a beautiful country and life is cheap!”, so four years ago, before Christmas, I left for my holiday flights, not aware of how much I would have cost, and not in economic terms! I need a vacation out of my patterns, and after a couple of weeks traveling around Thailand I went in the north, a Chan Mai, where I left my suitcase in a guesthouse, I prepared a backpack with a towel to the bidet, two pairs of underwear, two shirts, bikini, toothbrush and toothpaste. For a week I decided to say goodbye to your computer, the silkepil, the scrub, to body creams, enamel. I wanted to walk, walk, scalar.
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I felt that I needed the contact with nature, where the needs do not exist. So I headed a local guide. Walked for an average of seven hours a day, we reached remote villages without running water or electricity where he fished and sciabattavo for the wild jungle. I never made it harder in my life: mosquitoes, moisture and hot damn did not give me respite and gave me no respite the fact of knowing that on arrival there were still four hours, three hours, due, that the next day would be equal, that while rampavo on those paths and wet
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slippery I could not think and fly away with thoughts, but I had to stay there, with eyes on where I was going. And every now doubled, day but they seemed to 36 hours, week a month: it was just me, in the wild jungle. And my guide, Pond. Without him – young Thai with chronological age of twenty-two, declared the birth six years later because the parents did not have the means to get to the office births - I'd still be there.
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Whenever I asked him what was missing on arrival I replied ridendosela: “three hours, but for you Debby six hours”, is also why the weather did not seem to pass ever. I could never repeat a similar experience, although for the first time I felt satisfied and proud of the road that I had traveled with my legs. I felt full of energy and emptied from those thoughts that complicate the lives of every day. I was finally ready to return to Italy and resume my life and my work.
To Be Continued…
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February 13, 2015 at 10:31 AM (UTC 1) Link to this comment
Debby……ma non ci sto più capendo niente, dove sei????
Ho già capito che quello che stai facendo è una figata ma vorrei sapere di più!
Io ti sto scrivendo sempre dal solito posto, dove mi hai lasciato!!! :-((((
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