Surreal

It was early july we were on the road again, and the FATIGUE of our last trip to the mangalore seemed far behind us.The south-west monsoon wind was combing my hair and I liked the feel of it some time it was strange though some time cool breezy air gushing and like barbaric devil pushing everywhere like crazy willow,
watching at strained Neem trees along roadside by power of devil wind "What". I shouted

My friend again unintelligible pointed me to tree top. A huge colony of “Fruit eating bats” were making some sort of body rituals during windy afternoon. It was surreal but amusing site, on this yellow-brown scale less tree these dark brown fox like creatures screaming during afternoon, which was edge of crowded town. After a we passed the town and again rows of paddy field started we gave a break to our thump. We looked at each other we both still hearing noises from bats coming out of our heads.

As an passionate person we have often known that peculiar legacy time brings to traveler hmm.. the longing to seek out a place a second time, to find deliberately what we stumbled upon once before, to recapture the feeling of discovery . Sometime we search out again to even a place that was not remarkable itself , but we simply look for it because we remember it . if we do find it , of course everything is different. The day was cloudy instead of clear, it was monsoon instead of winter , we were alone instead of together.
All traveler knows little of this phenomenon , but before I knew it in myself i saw it in nature. I sensed in nature rather read clearly it.

Wanderer

adventurer' means

1) One whose travels are unusual and often exotic, though not so unique as to qualify as exploration.
2) One who lives by his or her wits.
3) One who takes part in a risky or speculative course of action for profit or position.

Traveler or Wanderer for me both are the similar, not many people agree with me.
I would like to put this in different perspective both traveler are adventurer but the definition 3 is more suitable to traveler than wonderer.

here is my fumble attempts to understand the meaning or motive behind my journey.

Wanderers world
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on early Friday evening of Feb I was watching men dressed like penguin while having diner, with one intension not to go back to home, as in background talks were jumping from subjects like opposite sex to politics but I reached far away through my mind.[BUZZ]

I was tired of watching pitch dark in front of me for long time strangely i could hear silence in the noises of crickets. it was more peaceful than artificial silence in the closed building. Suddenly my sleepy, rickety ride filled with strong yellow light.[BUZZ]

Traveler Gear
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you must be kidding!! You can't do. are u crazy. These were motivational response when i told them my plans to travel on bike to my home town. 650 km from Bangalore on my 350cc took me merely 9 hrs on NH13 as the number 13, the cops trouble also arrived in the early morning.