Travelling is a lot of fun. And a lot of the fun stems from meeting people. Interesting, funny, exciting, warm, skilful people; our paths cross, we share experiences, exchange thoughts, drink beer, whatever seems right at the time. In the Americas we’ve met a lot of great people and very little people I’d rather not meet. You notice that I’ve switched from the family “we” to a Daniel “I” in the negative part of the sentence: some people claim that I might be more – how shall I put it – prone to not wanting to embrace my fellow humans in more instances than other members of the family. OK, back to people – let’s take my fellow travellers in Brazil: fun seekers, sporty lads and lasses out to do what they love doing. Which seems generally true for travellers. However, there’s a breed of traveller around Asia (and I haven’t met these anywhere else), which make me puke:

The Spiritual Traveller
I guess the dude feels the thousand years of spiritual enlightenment around Angkor Wat flowing through his veins right now. I hope there’s a trace of mushrooms in his blood, too. I sure hope the guy is not sober.

Just look at the guy. At peace with himself? Enlightened? Or just smackable? Continue reading “Spiritual Travellers” →