In this letter I will tell you about a journey.
Or, more precisely, of a dream that is becoming reality on the basis of the belief that dreams we have inside cannot die. They can only fall asleep until the day their awakening will bring them into existence.
This is a journey I will dedicate to all that are trapped in they daily life, between the freedom of their dreams and the prison of their life, for one day they may go beyond the worlds they know, simply towards the unknown, where instinct meets dreams to become life.
From China to Italy on motorcycle.
A journey across five of the most ancient and most beautiful civilizations ever existed.
A trip between history and modernism, a trip to discover lost sites and mostly to witness the clash of ancient beliefs against the modern credo of money and development. A journey to see how the original values of these civilizations are adapting or surviving to the 3rd millennium.
From China to Italy by motorcycle is a journey that, to the best of my knowledge, has never been made before: an independent testimony and a simple dream to go back home via land, on my motorcycle.
June 08, 2002 GMT
1 - bike boat
2 - crossing river wudu
3 - desert
4 - desert2
5 - dunguan1
6 - dunguan2
7 - great wall
8 - leshan
9 - mecanic
10 - sqm dunes
11 - takkar1
12 - takkar monks
13 - takkar plateau
14 - wudu1
15 - wudu2
16 - wudu3
17 - wuwei1
18 - yizan boat
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May 08, 2002 GMT
The road to Xiahe promises to be short and suite.
The beautiful day warms up my body and my soul.
I am ready to go to one of the holy places for tibetians bhuddism. A place of pilgrimage and misticism. A small tibet. A place that does not really belong to China. It is a tibet for the tibetains outside tibet.
The road from Linxia leads right away inside the walleys towards the high mountains. At certain points far away I can see snow covering the peaks.
The road goes on well even if construction of a new road on top of the old one makes certain parts quite bad.
The more I go deep into the valley the more the presence of monasteries on the mountains around the valley and the smoke of constant wood fire coming out from the monasteries and the houses along the street give the scenery a mistic feeling.
A shiver rises along my back and a smile marks a bit of exitment in me.
Posted by sqm at 04:29 PM
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To the monk
"One of the best feelings is to know that I am on the right way....."
Posted by sqm at 04:27 PM
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May 06, 2002 GMT
The morning I woke up in Wudu, besides having all my bones in pieces I really did I not want to look outside the window...
Rain was coming down again. That morning it took me a few hours to get out of bed and believe me, a lot, a lot of determination.
Somehow I made it downstairs for a very long leg: 450km estimated.
Posted by sqm at 04:21 PM
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May 03, 2002 GMT
The road to Wudu
"life is made of choices.
YOUR life is MADE OF YOUR choices".
...and today it has been one of my choices to take me in a very eventfull, scary and yet unique day.
Would I have known what my choice would have taken me into I would have taken a different one, but hey!, this is another topic worth a debate.
From the map and the available roads, I knew that this was to be one of the most difficult parts to cross and one in which crossing was not the only problem, choice was the other.
The river water in the meantime has become green and blue. (In china rivers are usually brown!) A wanderful color in a valley that seems being forgotten by men and kept pure by god.
Once the sun passes its pivot point and starts goind down a sense of fear wraps me.
Fear is not exactly what it was, even if I cannot find now a better world to define it.
I felt small, powerless and in the hands of the mountains. Yet, I felt I was part of all of this as much as all the forests around me.
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