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Due to the monsoon season in the Himalaya, I decided to take a break from the long journey which the ending is unknown to me. The Himalaya was covered by thick clouds and the rain was pouring endlessly. So I escaped the sadness of the Himalayan weather and flew to a small European country called Slovenia to catch the happy, sunny and blue sky. As usual, I have no plan at all when I crossed into the European continent. All I know is that I should keep moving and keep getting the unexpected experiences, life experience that is valuable to me, let it be good or bad. Things can be good or bad or both, depending on which angle we look at it… its all relative, nothing absolute…

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Ljubljana, capital of Slovenia

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Logar Valley, northern Slovenia

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camping near Logar Valley

I realized that since the past few years, my writing style has changed a lot since I wrote the first entry of this blog, back in May 2010 when I started the first chapter of my life as a nomad… when I was back in Chengdu, Sichuan Province of China. Now I no longer described what I saw or what I did or where I go. At first I was amazed by each places that I’ve been but after a while, I became more fascinated on where my mind travelled in the world of my imagination while my body is travelling in this world. So lately I described a lot about flashing back stories or where does my mind flies when my physical body is travelling to specific places. So this is exactly what Im going to do with this post, whatever I will write here has nothing to do with the images I shared here, since the images here only represents where my physical body was but what I will write here is where my mind travelled…

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lake Bled

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Logar Valley

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villages & farms around Ljubljana

Its true that the deeper we think about something, the more we dont understand it. Its just like how the scientists trying to understand existence by coming up with different theories all the time. We are at the stage where we are cutting something that we cannot see. We were cutting atoms, neutrons and now trying with the quarks. And now we are discussing one dimension object called strings which results in string theory but still… we are lost… even further… everything just dont make sense in the nano world. Everything dont make sense when we are trying to understand them deeper. So that is the case with me when Im trying to understand even myself. At some point I have no idea why my life is such a complicated one. Why I cant just be content with a normal life. Then at another point I realized, I wanted it myself, deep inside my heart. I had many chances to live a normal life but I didnt take any of them. I chose the complicated one myself, its a difficult road but somehow I enjoy it.

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lake Bohinj

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I remember at one point of my life, I was planning to forge a fake Canadian passport and try to travel the world with it just for fun… for a long time without getting caught. At another point of my life, I wanted to gamble with my life and go into the warzone in the desert of Mali and live with the Tuareg fighters and experience life from their fearless eyes. Instead of having the ambition of becoming a doctor, a lawyer or an engineer, I was having a sweet dream about smuggling diamonds in Africa and try to sell it somewhere and become rich with it. I thought I just love the risk, love taking the necessary risk to gain an extraordinary experience that would satisfy my soul. Every soul is different and for me, I felt that is the only way for me to feel alive… and there is no other way. I once believed that if I live a normal life, Im as good as dead. That was probably my past but there is a problem… I still believe it now, right now at the time of writing this entry. And Im always ready to mess things up… to make things difficult and complicated then I would try to solve it… while enjoying the whole process of jumping into a problem and then solving it. Like I mentioned earlier, the more we think about something, the more we dont understand it. I never stop thinking why all these need to happen, why I have this characteristic and the bigger question, what is the purpose of this characteristic that is stucked inside me and what is the purpose of this all?

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These past few months since my last stop in Kathmandu, I was popping up here and there on the world grid, to solve some personal matter. It was difficult but I enjoyed it somehow… tired but still smiling. God doesnt play with dice and I believe wholeheartedly in the notion that nothing is random. And that doesnt stop only on each event in our daily life but also our choices and our ideas. There is no random why we choose something… and there is also no random why an idea suddenly pop up in our mind, whether we execute it or not. It all contributes to the cause and effect, to each event that happens since the beginning of space and time during the big bang all the way to right now while the clock is ticking at this very second… and goes all the way to the unseen future. From there, there is no such thing as good or bad choice, or good or bad idea… everything is in motion. Whether its good or bad depends on how we perceive it. The mastermind of the universe has planned it all. We are here in this world not to make a choice… but to understand why we make that choice…

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The rain never stopped pouring down. The effect of monsoon seems stronger here in Sikkim and West Bengal regions of India. The road became muddy everywhere and there were landslides on the mountain road. I left Sikkim by a shared taxi towards the border of India and Nepal in West Bengal near Siliguri. Once I reached the last town for me in India near Siliguri, there was a guy quickly helped me out to take my bicycle from the rooftop of the shared taxi. He then offered me to take his rickshaw to send me to my destination. I politely declined the offer, telling him that I will just cycle to the immigration checkpoint which is very near. Then suddenly another guy came… took one of my bag and put it in his rickshaw. It all happened under the heavy rain and it was muddy everywhere on the road. Somehow that created the anger and it grew inside me but I tried to calm myself down and told him that I dont need a rickshaw, I can just cycle… while pointing my bicycle. I took the bag from his rickshaw and put everything on my bicycle. Suddenly I heard two voices shouting at each other and the next moment, I saw the two rickshaw guys started fighting… throwing punches and kicks to each other and tried to take each others down. It was quite embarrassing moment and I felt guilty at the same time because they were fighting because of me. In just a few seconds, the fighting became more tense and other people started to calm both of them down. People were laughing at them, telling them that they have no reason to fight because I was on bicycle and I dont need to ride their rickshaws. I then went to a nearby shop to wait for the rain to calm down.

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After few minutes of waiting, it seems that the rain will never stop, so I just cycled under the heavy rain through the muddy road since I dont like waiting in the very crowded place. It was dirty everywhere on the road and the smell was really bad. Before crossing the bridge that separates India and Nepal, a police officer directed me to the immigration checkpost on the Indian side. It was very fast, took me less than 2 minutes and the officer stamped my passport and I was ready to leave India. I cycled through the bridge, getting a lot of attention from the locals crossing the same bridge mostly on rickshaws… staring at my bicycle. Once I crossed the bridge, there were another officers smiling at me while welcoming me to Nepal. The border crossing was so calm that I actually missed the checkpoint on the Nepali side. I kept riding until I reached a town called Karkavita. When asked around, they told me that I already passed the Nepali immigration checkpoint. It was 300m behind me. I was shocked and cycled back to the checkpoint right after the bridge. On the Nepali side, it took me another less than 5 minutes. This is the easiest border crossing I have experience in my whole life. The whole thing took less than 10 minutes! No hassle… no serious faces from the officers on both sides.

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The rain still kept pouring in but once I crossed into Karkavita, I noticed that the road was much cleaner compared to the Indian side. Right after I get my passport stamped, there was a local guy smiling at me asking if I’m a Malaysian. He then speaks a language that is familiar to me. After listening to a few words, I started laughing when I realized he was speaking my mother tongue… the Malay language. He said he worked in Malaysia for 9 years and understand my language very well. He wished me luck on my upcoming journey in Nepal and then disappeared in the crowd. I didnt waste much time so I quickly get a bus ticket from Karkavita to Kathmandu which costs me around 1600 nepali rupees (~usd15) and will take around 10-12 hours to reach Kathmandu. At around 4pm the bus started to depart Karkavita. The road was good and flat… no bumpy ride like in Bhutan or India, the bus stopped a few times for some quick rest and dinner. I slept well through the night. The next morning, I woke up as early as 6am and realized that I was still far from Kathmandu. The bus supposed to reach Kathmandu 2 hours earlier at 4am. The bus passed through a long narrow road by the river and finally stopped for a very long time. There was a long queue on the road, filled with trucks and buses all the way until the far horizon. I didnt wanna ask what happened and I forced myself to sleep instead. It took hours until around 11am before the bus started to move again slowly. I then realized we were stucked for many hours because there was a major road accident. There was a tourist bus fell off a cliff into a river. I’m not sure if there was any casualties.

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I reached Kathmandu at around 4pm, put all my stuffs on my bicycle and started riding to the centre of Kathmandu in a place called Thamel. It was tricky to ride through the bustling city of Kathmandu, with really bad traffic consists of cars, bikes, bicycles, rickshaws and pedestrians… but probably much better compared to Siliguri even Darjeeling. As usual, people are honking once every 2-3 seconds here and I found out 90% of it were unnecessary. After about some 30-40 minutes of riding through the city, I found the hostel that I booked in Thamel area in the centre of Kathmandu. The next morning I met a sherpa, Furi who runs a trekking company here in Nepal. His dad has been summiting the Everest for 15 times in his whole life, even taking Malaysian climbers with him. It looks like the dad’s strength runs through his blood. A serious face with a confident and firm handshake, I tried to study this man. He himself guided many Malaysian trekkers before and we have many mutual friends on facebook. I told him some of my rough plan in Nepal and glad that he’s interested to assist me on my adventure here in the Himalayas on the Nepali side and I got good information about travelling in Nepal from him. He also took me to the Malaysian embassy and I was so glad to meet my own people in the embassy, speaking my own mother tongue fluently.

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Furi Sherpa and me

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with the Malaysians at our embassy

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I didnt stay long in Nepal, only 2 full days so I didnt really explore much of the city except the small area of Thamel and Chetrapati. It doesnt look so much different than any medium sized city in India, Hindu temples everywhere and I noticed there is a small muslim community here as well, probably from Jammu Kashmir area in Northern India. The smaller lanes in the city are filled with countless pedestrians and rickshaws and I saw much more tourists here compared to India. At some point, it feels a bit like in Bangkok or Hanoi. I put my bicycle in a safe place in Furi’s office together with my camping equipments, since I’m leaving the Himalayas temporarily to skip the raining season. The monsoon is finally here in the Himalayas and its been raining everyday here. I dont really enjoy cycling in the heavy rain everyday, so I decided to take a 2 months break and fly to Europe… to Slovenia to catch some blue sky and sunlight in the European summer… and stay quietly in a peaceful Slovenian countryside where I can calm my soul down so I can keep writing.

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The End of The Road

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Yuksom is my last destination in Sikkim. Its a nice little village, quiet and peaceful. The people are gentle here. They take their time to exchange their smiles. The clouds are still covering the true landscape of Sikkim from my sight… yet it is still beautiful. I cant imagine when this place is lying under the clear blue sky, lit by the pale sunlight on winter time. I was still deciding whether to go for a week hiking here in the high altitude. I then visited the tourist information centre here and they said that there is no way now for me to hike the 5000m altitude trek here since I dont have a group with me. There was a group of 5 foreign tourists who are on their way here to Yuksom but that group doesnt accept outsiders to join them. So I just decided to spend my days here in Yuksom doing short hike in the village areas. I’ve done some hiking in Bhutan anyway and will plan to do it in Nepal too soon when the weather is fine again so its all good to me. It feels good that I have the freedom and flexibility and when one plan doesn’t work… there will be 10 more different options for me to choose from. My boots and my stove are always ready for work…

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the centre of Yuksom

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local Sikkimese in Yuksom

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Now is time for me to take a good rest from cycling or any outdoor activities at the moment. It is now the beginning of Ramadhan, the holy month for the Muslims so I should give my full concentration now to it. One of my master used to teach me that a man can reach higher level spiritually by having a clear mind and pure heart. The combination of these two is so powerful that it can penetrate into everything like a sword. Men can achieve so many things in life with powerful mind and heart. Yet to achieve this we need to eliminate its enemy called “nafs” in Arabic, which refers to the self or ego. Nafs can penetrate into the mind and heart like the blood that flows everywhere within the body and one way to eliminate the nafs is hunger. Basically in the month of Ramadhan, the Muslims arent allowed to consume any food or drinks as long as the sky is bright, lit by the sun.

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I enjoyed staying a few days in Yuksom, its quiet and calm but too bad I dont have enough cash to pay for the hotel here. It is just a small village with no ATM machine for me to draw more cash. The nearest ATM machine is in Pelling which will take me hours and hours of cycling through the big climb. So I decided to leave back to Gangtok by bus and spend my last days in Sikkim back in Gangtok, hoping that there is a place to stay. Its been raining most of the time now so I decided not to do any kind of outdoor activities for the time being but to concentrate more on writing and taking care of my physical body. Finally in my last days here in Sikkim Province, I started to make friends with the locals and learn more about the culture here. I forced myself to watch the local dramas and movies with the locals here and started to understand their entertainment by observing the way they laugh and facial expressions while watching it. I begin to understand their jokes and I find it very entertaining.

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I started to realized that India is somehow complicated yet very interesting country. It is so rich with culture with layers and layers and customs and traditions. One of the most complicated thing in their culture is the caste system within the society. I learned that they classify the people with layers of castes, from the highest level all the way to the lowest one. In the countryside, the lower caste cant even touch the food or enter the kitchen of the higher caste family. It gets even more complicated when it comes to marriage and other bigger things in life. Maybe, like in many other parts of the world… the new generations are beginning to make the change and started to resist the old tradition and customs but it wont be easy since these traditions have been practiced for probably thousands of years. From my observation, it is like a war between the older generations and the new generations, where the new generation is trying to make changes while the older generations are still trying to keep the tradition alive. This is happening everywhere now in the modern world, from the brown people of the Pacifists all the way nomadic people far north in Central Asia. But in India on the other hand, theyre still quite strong in holding the tradition compared to the rest of Asia.

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While keeping in mind that tradition or way of life is totally different than a religion, I observed that their customs and tradition has actually a lot to do with their main religion here… Hindu. Here in Sikkim, I managed to witness a ritual “Puja” led by an old man who understand and speaks fluently in Sanskrit. It looks so complicated to me, it took almost the whole day to perform the Puja, using so many instruments yet it was very colourful. Almost everyone in the small village took part of the Puja… giving thanks since one of the child here has finally recovered from a sickness after years of struggling. There are so many things to learn, I always have this sense of curiosity and the most importantly, I always have this question… why. I always ask why for everything that happens… I always want to know the reason behind everything… reason within reason… secrets behind everything.. and the secret within secrets. There is unseen for every seen things and I want to see it all… with my eyes and the heart. The local people here told me that, Sikkim is just a small part of India.. and it doesnt even show the real India yet. There are so many states in India and they are all have different characteristics and uniqueness. I have to travel to each of these states to be able to understand the true India. This is only the beginning.. the introduction. To me, I havent even travelled in India yet, this current journey is just a small adventure through the Himalayas. One day I will travel in the real India and I think cycling is definitely not a good option to travel within this one of the most populated country in the world. Cycling through a chaotic traffic in dense big cities, inhaling the dust, being honked every second, dodging rickshaws, cars, bikes and pedestrians is definitely no fun at all. One day I will backpack in the real India and it will take probably a year to complete to really understand this vast land and its people.

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the man who leads the Puja… speaks Sanskrit fluently

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during the “Puja”

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After a good rest in Ravongla, both my body and mind feel fresh again like new. I felt energetic… out of the oven. It was a good rest in Ravongla, I finished reading 2 books and got a lot of ideas. I kept seeing the same view from my hotel room for days and days and wondered what is beyond those hills. So after a few nights, the sun started to shine again early in the morning, giving a good energy and light to the surrounding landscape… as in the universe is telling me that I should get back on the road and roll my bike beyond to the next valley. I had an early breakfast, where I requested the hotel manager to prepare my breakfast as early as 6am so that I can start rolling my bike when the morning sky is about to give birth to the sun. Once the sun started rising on the eastern horizon, I started to roll on the road.

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I already understand the pattern of riding here in Sikkim. The road is never flat, Sikkim is made out of countless hills. The first 20km was all riding down, I just let the gravity pushing me forward all the way to the river in Legship. After crossing the bridge at the river, there was a welcome sign entering west part of Sikkim in Legship. Then the road started snaking uphill… high above. I had to climb up again gaining roughly 300-400m in altitude. It seems forever and the battle of fighting the gravity took me hours and hours. I took countless stop until I reach Geyzing. I wanted to take a rest and stay in Geyzing but it seems that the hotels in Geyzing are all right at the road side and its very noisy, since there are many trucks and lorries passing by, with some construction going on nearby. So I kept going, climbing further uphill and the rain started pouring in. It was only about 10 kilometers more to another small town called Pelling but the distance feels like crossing a continent since I was too tired and exhausted from the big climb. It took me almost 2 hours to cover that few kilometers uphill pulling my fully loaded bike fighting the power of gravity and the pouring rain. Once I reached Pelling, I was wet and tired… and I look like a fish.

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the curious local tourists and me

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hehe… my name is Tshering and Im a Sikkimese from Gangtok ))

It was a challenge to find a place to sleep in Pelling since it was swarmed with local tourists from all over India. It was crowded but I was lucky to find a small hotel at the roadside owned by a man from Kalkota who is an adventurer himself. Hes a hiker and gave me a room with a small price and also some useful tips for me to hike in Nepal since he’s a regular hiker in the Himalayas on the Nepali side. I stayed a day in Pelling with the intention to hike around the areas but too bad the rain never stopped so I just stayed a day there. The next day it was still raining but I decided to just keep riding under the rain early in the morning. The hotel owner got up early just to prepare breakfast for me. Such a nice guy, wishing me luck and kept snapping my pictures while I started pedalling out of Pelling.

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From Pelling, its another some 20km of riding downhill until reaching a river again before one last climb to my last destination in Sikkim which is Yuksom. I came across many waterfalls here along the road with many cars taking tourists parked at the roadside. Once I stopped to admire those falls, the crowd who surrounded the waterfalls came and started to surround me… probably interested to know about where I came from. Some of them even started to speak Hindi with me, mistook me with a local and said that I look like local Sikkimese. I then played along with them, creating a story that I’m actually a Sikkimese from Gangtok and my name is Tshering but I moved to Malaysia since I was very young and has learned the way of the Malays. I completely forgot to speak Hindi language except I know how to say Namaste. They were shocked and they believed me!… until I told them I was kidding and they started laughing. After crossing the last river before Yuksom, the road climbed gradually and isn’t so steep and some parts are even flat so I rode faster to finally reach my last destination here in Sikkim before Yuksom.

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the only flat road on the last part before Yuksom

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part of the climb…

A Few Days in Ravongla

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I spent a good few nights in the quiet hotel in Ravongla. Its a good location, about half a kilometer away from the Ravongla town centre so its quiet, clean and peaceful. This is the first time since I’m in India that I had a really quiet night. I don’t hear sound of vehicles here but instead I hear the sound of wind, rain and birds. Once in a while, I hear the sound of children playing from the distant… such a peaceful place and I felt so relaxed. I then decided to take a few days rest in this hotel and read my books. Oh yes, I do bring books on my bicycle. Most bicycle tourers carry as light as they can so they can go fast but me on the other hand, I like to call the road as my home. So I prefer to go slowly and have all the things I need.

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view from my hotel room

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the lovely sunset

While staying in Ravongla, I finished reading two books and also had time to continue writing my own book. Its raining most of the days here especially in the afternoon, so I usually wake up as early as 4am and start hiking to nearby villages here as early as 5am. I just do short hike here every morning for 2 hours max, so that I can come back to the hotel by 7am for breakfast. The rain usually started pouring in as early as noon so I just stayed inside my hotel room reading and writing. Besides the quietness, I also get a good view right from the window of my hotel. I asked the owner to give me a room on the top floor and he agreed. When the weather is in good mood, I can get lucky to see the majestic Himalayan range standing tall on the Sikkim side here from my window. I can imagine how beautiful this region is if I come at the right season. When the blue sky appeared once in a while, the whole thing suddenly look very beautiful to me lit by the sunlight. The range of the snow mountains look so near, probably in West Sikkim or even Nepal.

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the Himalayan range is clearly visible under the blue sky

After spending sometime in the countryside of Sikkim, I begin to understand its people. Sikkim is a small area surrounded by Tibet, Nepal and Bhutan. So the population here varies, its a mixture of Bhutia, Nepali and Lepcha who came from all over Tibet, Bhutan and Nepal. The major language here is Nepali but it seems that there are many other languages spoken here like Dzongka, Bhutia, Lepcha and god knows how many other languages exist here. It is also unique to observe the locals here who seems to me like they came from totally different nationality but live in a same village. The religion here is also somehow unique to me, like a mixture between Buddha and Hindu. Theyre mostly Buddhists here but the Hindus who are the Nepali descendants are also living the Buddhist way of life… which I find interesting here. People living in the village here in Ravongla are just like any other villagers in the world, they walk and talk slower… looking at their faces showed me that they take things easily in life. The centre of Ravongla is nothing more than a street of shops and hotels… which only takes me less than 3 minutes to walk from end to end.

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view of Ravongla centre from my hotel

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centre of Ravongla

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Buddhist monastery in Ravongla

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Buddha statue on top of the hill

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