Isolation in a crowded space.

Little room for movement, the heat of bodies, pressed so close together, comfort has long from been an option. Surrounded by people but not a soul to talk to. The smell of dust rising up from the roads, into this temperamental steel can. The sun's rays, beaming through the window and the stale smell of smoke lingering in the air from hours of cigarette consumption. Ahead, the mountains we will soon force this box up. High in altitude, with roads winding through uncharted dusty paths. This road is a dangerous place, every man for himself, and for a place that supposedly cares not about time, these lanes would put any man into a state of disbelief over this statement. Lanes only exist in Tarmac and paint, in reality if you can fit between two lorries, you WILL fit between them. Cars held together with duck-tape, rope and discarded seat belts. They do say you should always use a seatbelt for safety.

Am I happy? More than I have ever been. Break a man down with fear, anticipation, isolation, alien culture, in concept, values and ways of life; he will come out refreshed. I feel enlightened and simultaneously confused; yes let's all overtake this lorry on a blind bend. I love it!

For years, my bubble, fixed strongly in western society has had me mollycoddled. This lifestyle is now incomprehensible, but every second opens my eyes to the wonders of life.

To those who judged my actions; I am beyond crazy for coming here! However, your inhibitions will result in you never experiencing something of such great magnitude.

Life is to be lived, and living is such a precious gift!

Much love x