An Unhurried Journey

"The Self can be realized only with the Self; there is no other instrument of realization." -Sri Aurobindo

  • My Boy Amin

    My Boy Amin

    The first of the day was from Bangladesh. Not understanding where I was from or what I was doing, he didn’t care about money, nor talk. I didn’t mind our silent ride. It was early, and I had just left my host’s home on the outskirts of Medina. The suburb was still sleepy, the fresh…

  • To Get a Visa

    To Get a Visa

    Chaos. The room was filled to the brim with people who stood in something resembling queues, waiting. Greasy from years of touch and breath, nobody could be seen behind the counter’s plexiglas. With no information whatsoever, we had to ask around which line to stand in, relying on the camaraderie of our fellow waitees. Asking…

  • Make a Wish

    Make a Wish

    It was cold when I got out of the minibus. A grey blanket of clouds hung in the sky, drizzling on my skin. In a public bathroom, I put on as many layers as I had, fortifying myself mentally just as much as physically. Armoured, I felt ready to take on the…

  • Three Days in Armenia

    Three Days in Armenia

    The border was right there. How could I resist? I had a week before my flight left from Tbilisi. And the border was right there. After more than a month stuck with it, the first part riding it, the second part hitchhiking with it, I was relieved to ditch the bicycle. “Da schwitzaria, njet problema!”…

  • The Journey Is Over

    The Journey Is Over

    Ladies and gentlemen, this is it. The Unhurried Journey, after almost four years, is over. I started in November 2019, leaving my home with a grand plan to see more than half of the world overland. Little did I know. One relationship, one pandemic, and one Dahab later, I have not seen nearly as much…

  • Shabbat Shalom

    Shabbat Shalom

    It was going to be a relaxed day. Looking out from the bus, the lake was just coming into view. I was surprised, both at its beauty and at the smile that had formed on my face. The landscape so far had been rather monotonous, unimpressive. Snaking our way lower and lower, for the lake…

  • Bulljumping


    “If he could wish for anything, anything at all; what would he make happen?”“He says that if a spirit gives him this power, the spirit will also tell him what to do.” * * * She didn’t like him. Something about his laugh. It was somehow off, shallow, fake. To me, he seemed like the…

  • The Snow Leopard

    The Snow Leopard

    A novella I wrote about my trip in Tajikistan; perhaps the most memorable one I’ve ever had.

  • Encounters with Strangers

    Encounters with Strangers

    One of the most enriching things about traveling is the sheer plethora of people you get to meet. People you would have never met otherwise. People from all over the world, with perspectives and opinions so foreign to your own ways of thinking. People with riveting stories that leave you amazed at life’s possibilities. Sometimes,…

  • All Roads Lead to Rome, or the Tale of a Box

    All Roads Lead to Rome, or the Tale of a Box

    Fucking ridiculous, I think to myself as I cycle past some ancient Roman ruins. I don’t care about the ruins. If anything, they annoy me. I’ll never cycle in this city again, my inner monologue continues as I grit my teeth while shakily riding on a one way cobblestone street. I am going against traffic, cars…

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