Restless Travellers
Restless Travellers
Restless Travellers
There is a Restless Traveller is in each of us.
Our aim to create a world in which everyone can, for a moment, through the actions of others,
look into themselves and listen to their dreams.
sharing the same way of living.
and through our books,
inspire them,
And tell the stories of real people that have followed their dreams.
We are Restless Travellers” and this is our reason for being
"..it's a change in the colour of the sky that brings me back to the reality.Red , thick massive clouds have gathered in front of me. the more i ride it, the thicker and bigger the mass becomes. I decide to stop and take a picture. While I put the camera back in the bag, a truck pulls over behind me and stops with ist lights on. Suddendly I hear a huge noise, like a thunder.
"It's not possible - I think- I am stuck once again in the middle of the desert. In the desert doesn't rain...". I walk through the truck driver and with my hands ask the truck driver what that clouds are. Gesturing he tells me he tells me to cover my eyes and not to move. He seems to be calm and knowing what was going to happen. This makes me feel a little bit more comfortable. I put my helmet on, sit on the byke, hold the handle bar and hug the tank bag. Looking throught the helmet, I could see in front of me right after a thunder a series of clouds that are blown upwards from the ground at a high speed towards me. It looks like an explosion where the thick sand is blown up in the air. The clouds are orange and the sky red, and in one munute the wind is on us. Strong, violent, loaded with sand that tries to make a way under my clothes and in my helmet, I have to keep my eyes closed and hold me to the byke. With a half eye open I can see that the sky turned black as it was already the sunset.
"Gebi has to show mw another of his wonders" I thought. I cannot even see the truck behind me with his lights on, as much sand there is in the wind. Ita is a strange darkness, different from any other darkness I have experienced, it's like being in an allucination, the darkness is light, its reflection strangely dense.
Sand turns into small rocks. Small rocks turn into heavvy drops of water. Everything is thrown around and hits me and the byke everywhere.
After about 30 minutes the wind seems to slow down. I can loose my grip on thehandles and relax a bit. I can see again the lights of the truck behind me. The driver struggles outside to clean the windshield. Then he struggles agan when tryng to get inside his truck again, the wind does not allow him to open the door anymore.
Soon the sky becomes lighter. A few trucks start passing by. I get behind one and ride out of the storm. After a few kilometres we are out of it. I look behind me and I can clearly see the clear demarcation the beautiful sunny sky and the tail of the storm..."
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