Spirit animal of Shillong.
Thanks Bhaiti for keeping us up with the spirit of Shillong. For all the heavy-metal and rock music, guitar sessions and golf course beer sessions. Hope to see you and your peers soon. And I’ll keep in mind “Never get married”.
"Long after we are gone,
Summer will stroke this ridge in blue;
The hawk still flies above the flowers,
Thinking, perhaps, the sky has fallen
And back and forth forever he may trace
His shadow on its azure face." Peggy Simpson Curry
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I'd always choose to spend my savings on plane tickets and hostel accommodations than luxury items, so I don't own a lot of expensive things. But looking back, I’ve got a lot of great memories. Today, is my last day here in Batanes, and every memory I had with this breathtaking island is worth remembering. Lots of love for you, Batanes. And to the Ivatans, I’ll pray for the continuous progress of your home. Stay beautiful inside and out. ♥️
Hi GLT fam! It’s @witandfolly again! I hope you’ve enjoyed my Japan stories & that I’ve inspired some of you to check this beautiful country out! Stay tuned for some road trip stories today! 😉
I wanted to share a little about my current life journey for my final post.
I’d been feeling unfulfilled with my full-time job for a while, but my fear of the unknown & uncertainty of my future kept me put.
There’s a blog post I read though that helped me see the big picture more clearly, especially leading up to the decision to quit my job & pursue my passions for traveling & photography.
In it, founder & CEO of Bonobos, Andy Dunn, relays how when he’s faced with the decision of starting his own company or taking a lucrative job offer, he doesn’t take the job offer. He’s learned through his experiences traveling that he doesn’t need much to get by, & that “there is protection for you in this world if you make it known that you need it.”
Although it can be daunting to give up a comfortable lifestyle for the unknown, our safety nets & support systems are often much bigger than we think, & if you realize that you most likely won’t starve or find yourself without a place to sleep at night, then the risk of going into the unknown is greatly minimized.
But having the choice to quit my job in the first place is a privilege, & one I’m very aware of. I wasn’t that brave or courageous to do this because in reality, I think it’s those that sacrifice their own dreams for their family, that are the most courageous.
If it wasn’t for my parents taking their own risks to ensure I was protected from the many hardships they went through, this decision may never have been possible for me.
So if any of you are also reevaluating your current path in life, or are on the brink of making a big decision, I hope my story will help give you that extra nudge you need to take the leap ✨
THANK YOU to everyone who followed along, engaged with my photos & sent me messages! If you have any more questions, comments or simply want to say hi 👋, don’t hesitate to reach out to me at @witandfolly 💖
Wishing you all safe & happy travels!! 💛💛💛
I haven’t told this story a lot, only to the close ones... The day of the climb, we woke up at Base camp (4200m) around Midnight, I started to fell foodpoising as I was getting out of my sleeping bag and looking up to Tocllaraju a magnificent summit standing over the Cordillera Blanca. My mate @matheo_jacquemoud was leading the climb, he was pushing me up as I was getting sicker and sicker. After 3 hours climbing, we reached the moraine camp (5200) and I chose unwisely to kept on going while my condition was going really « shitty » so to say... Few hours later, on the glacier summit I had to called it off and get down to Base camp... I told my mates « I am okay, I know the way down... » but after 3 hours walking alone in the night... I was fucking lost, alone, literally shitting myself on, and trying to find my way down... After going up and down into the several sides of the mountain, searching for the « path » at 5000 meters... I resign and sat on a cold rock. I waited 2 hours more for the sun to rise again. At sunrise, I decided to cross horizontally the mountainsides and go North where the High Camp must be.. minutes, hours passed and still not a soul... and suddently as I was screaming out my rage, and helpless condition I saw high up there, my twin brother @jordan_manoukian came to the rescue and tooking off my back the 20kilos bag... it was over.
This pic has been taken on the way up of a great summit called the « Urus »... Everymountain days you wish its going to be like this, sunshine to the top, safe passage...but its not.