844 days, 20,256 hours, 1,215,360 minutes, or 72,921,600 seconds. That is the approximate duration of my world tour. I never wanted it to end and now, in a manner of speaking, I suppose it never has to. If you wish to go by country do so by clicking on one above. They are numbered in the order I visited them, more or less. If you enjoy reading about it even a tenth as much as I enjoyed living it then you will not have wasted your time. Grab a refreshing beverage, settle in a comfortable chair, and make a journey across the world, experiencing it as I did. Then get off your ass and check it out for yourself. You're not getting any younger.

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Lo Manthang (Upper Mustang, Nepal) Part III

Nov 19th, 2009 – Do I get lonely on the road? Does a tiger shit in the jungle? Who among us does not suffer from the affliction from time to time? It is an inescapable characteristic of the human condition and, I believe, a necessary one. People sometimes need to be alone even if doing so allows loneliness a foot in the door. You need to let it in, to savor it. It makes us human, forces us to contemplate the essence of our humanity. Without it what would we have? An existential gang bang is what. But how much should we embrace?

Too little and experiences become trite, hackneyed, jaded even. Too much we become isolated, cut off from a certain type of happiness and fulfillment that only a social existence can foster. Both extremes inevitably have a numbing effect, an insidious brand of torment that is exceedingly difficult to overcome.

I must admit that a companion here and there would offset the constant pressure (for lack of a better word) that arises from always having to organize everything alone. But beyond that practical consideration some experiences are just too amazing not to be shared. Many times during my passage through Upper Mustang I was grateful for the time spent in quiet contemplation along the trail. It was extremely rewarding. However, having someone else to share the experience with, to validate the surrounding beauty and magnificence, to somehow consecrate all my internal musings and jubilations about the nature of the incomprehensible, would have been remarkable. Better or worse? I don't know.

Travelers are indeed everywhere, more so than at any other point in history I reckon (especially in Kathmandu), but for some reason people seem to be a bit more closed off than I remember from earlier travels. This has been the case from the beginning of this excursion starting in Indonesia.

Perhaps, it has always been this way and I have just failed to notice it in the past. It is quite possible that the problem falls entirely my lap, for admittedly, I do not go out of my way to engage. However, I am a bit of a doppelganger when it comes to the outward emotional manifestations of others. If someone is friendly and outgoing I tend to reflect that and, likewise, if they are cold and introverted I tend to respond in kind.