In the last year and a half, I've gone out of all the beliefs and boundaries. I have done almost every crazy and unusual thing that I have dreamt about, except one thing. I have never asked nor accepted the help from my own parents.
A week ago I decided to break my role and break the concepts of who I am or should be.
I called my father and asked him to send me $2,000. I received the money in the next two hours. Later I spoke to him on the phone and realized I never heard him so happy and fulfilled.
"Matej, I am so joyful and honoured, that I can sponsor you the last part of your trip", he told me and I could almost sense tears in his eyes.
For some people the travel finishes when they run out of money. For me the real travel, the peacehiking, has finished when I received the money.
I am convinced beyond doubt that the real experience of travel, cannot happen with money in your pockets.
If I got the sponsor for the plane ticket even back home, people would call me hero. But this is not important.
Now I can finally fulfill the desire that was building in me for the past months I can be generous! Now I can be the one to invite people to lunch, buy them an orange juice or pay the tuition for the course they want to attend.
Few days ago I was walking by the Ganga river and saw a beggar, sleeping on a bench. I gently stepped to him, put a note of Rs 100 under his pants and ran away so that he could not see me.
Only a thought of the smile on the face of this person when he wakes up, brought me much more joy than if whole world considers me the bravest traveler.
This is important.
When I come home I will tell you about the most romantic and intense love story. It happened in Himalayas.
Matej - Peacehiker
www.peacehiker.com
[email protected] first published:March 09, 2006, 11:57 ISTlast updated:March 09, 2006, 11:57 IST
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In the last year and a half, I've gone out of all the beliefs and boundaries. I have done almost every crazy and unusual thing that I have dreamt about, except one thing. I have never asked nor accepted the help from my own parents.
A week ago I decided to break my role and break the concepts of who I am or should be.
I called my father and asked him to send me $2,000. I received the money in the next two hours. Later I spoke to him on the phone and realized I never heard him so happy and fulfilled.
"Matej, I am so joyful and honoured, that I can sponsor you the last part of your trip", he told me and I could almost sense tears in his eyes.
For some people the travel finishes when they run out of money. For me the real travel, the peacehiking, has finished when I received the money.
I am convinced beyond doubt that the real experience of travel, cannot happen with money in your pockets.
If I got the sponsor for the plane ticket even back home, people would call me hero. But this is not important.
Now I can finally fulfill the desire that was building in me for the past months I can be generous! Now I can be the one to invite people to lunch, buy them an orange juice or pay the tuition for the course they want to attend.
Few days ago I was walking by the Ganga river and saw a beggar, sleeping on a bench. I gently stepped to him, put a note of Rs 100 under his pants and ran away so that he could not see me.
Only a thought of the smile on the face of this person when he wakes up, brought me much more joy than if whole world considers me the bravest traveler.
This is important.
When I come home I will tell you about the most romantic and intense love story. It happened in Himalayas.
Matej - Peacehiker
www.peacehiker.com
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