SEC S16W4- The diary of a man

Hi My dear fellow Steemians, This is the month of March when I am too busy with my offline work as I have to finalize reports and send them to my head office back in India. Besides my online work allows me to go out. But I wanted to post in this week of Steemit Engagement Challenge Season 16- The Diary of a Man. I would love to give you my idea of a diary in this post.

  
However, I never miss my morning routine of going for a walk but as I had a serious foot injury last month I am not going for my usual long walks. Yesterday I walked a little around my home and came back. I invite my friends @chant @ @beautiful12 and @paholags for their version of a diary.

I feel that I am someone who can travel around the world without any means. Maybe now I should start living the life of someone who wanders around eats and drinks anything, and who falls asleep anywhere.

I write down everything in my memory while walking or recording before sleeping at night, and these notes later become very useful in writing my travelogue, or what you call a diary.

Sometimes I am not interested in writing my travel stories but still enjoy the joy of living in the moments or recalling sweet memories of my travel and writing with the photographs. And this has been going on for decades.

I came back and had my breakfast which my wife cooked. Incidentally, it was a rare case of my wife cooking breakfast otherwise it's me who does it. My wife normally cooks lunch and I do dishwasher and breakfast. So thank you wife for this Indian breakfast instead of my normal bread and jam butter or pasta.

The interesting part of my journeys is that there is no need to make any preparations or any pre-travel programs, but when I have time on my hands, I pick up my bag, camera, and laptop and commence my journey. The destination and direction of my expedition keep changing according to my newly found destination, and I enjoy the moments.

In this context, I would love to mention that at my age, the walker in me set out on foot to cover any distance, be it in the great Himalayas, Blue Mountains, or Black Mountains, from West Asia to South East Asia or Australia, and of course, the Indian subcontinent.

Till now, I have covered a lot of distance, and I still have a long way to go. I will read, watch, and find a lot of new places in the coming days to add to my book. At this point, I would like to mention that in all my travels I did not carry out completely alone, yet my heart and legs remained alone. I did my journeys at my own pace. And if I found someone's company on the way, I took them with me, or if they were worth company, I accompanied them otherwise, I continued traveling alone.

For me, traveling alone was never a problem, even when I was in a strange area or what people thought was difficult terrain, but I found my convenience and enjoyed the pleasures of my loneliness.

I would love to suggest the first-timers who go out alone. As an eighteen-year-old, I faced no problems in Kashmir, in the Himalayas, even if I went up to 12,000 feet above sea level during winter when everything was covered with snow. I can't show you any pictures of that journey because the camera I had could take 12 black-and-white pictures.

I was super excited as I had my plan chalked out for making a post 4X dolphin and yes I did it and posted it yesterday at almost the same time. One more target was achieved.

Now back to making the report and back to my memories of diary posting. So when I went out trekking for the first time, visiting the mountains alone, I did not have enough woolen clothes or shoes that could protect me from snow bites, but I was thankful that they provided all such winter gear in the area on a hire basis. I stayed in a cabin in Gulmarg for three days with a burning fireplace during the nights and three blankets, but I was still feeling cold.

My mornings never started until the caretaker came and removed the snow before I could open the door. Then it would be me, my trekking stick, my trekking boots, and the only tea shop that was full of tourists like me drinking special tea made only in Kashmir with lots of sheep butter and ingredients best known to them.

I recall my 45-kilometer walk in another Himalayan region besides my walks in Dehradun, Mussoorie, and Nainital. Oh, my memory is loaded with all the walks with great enthusiasm. But it's not that all my journeys or walks were trouble-free; a few of them still send a cold wave down my spine. I have never felt scared during nights or days, but one journey that I did in Sydney, walking less than two kilometers along a nullah that I took for a shortcut to the nearest rail station, was full of snakes. It was almost seven in the evening, and I didn't know if my next step would land on the head of a snake, but I am thankful I am still alive and telling you this story.

Sometimes my journey did not satisfy my inner traveler, so on my return home, I felt as if I had missed something in that journey or that I should have done this instead of what I did, but that's all part of the game.

I can assure you that now, after so much walking and traveling and having learned so many lessons for the future, I can go out with a couple of pairs of clothes and necessary items like a few fruits and a small bottle of water, and that's all.

In the evening I was not feeling going online so I asked my wife if she would like to eat outside. She agreed so we went to the nearby shopping mall and had a quick dinner.

I keep all my options open, whether to camp in a tent, a homestay, a hostel, a hotel, or whatever I find on my way; otherwise, I inquire on the spot. I have even taken shelter in the houses of village residents, as I don't ask for much but find somewhere to spend the night. I am grateful to the people in the mountains and regional areas who are generous and always extend a helping hand.

However, I always make sure to know about the laws of the land and their culture so as not to commit mistakes. But yes, when it comes to food, being a vegetarian, I have my limitations, but I manage with fruits and bread.
I stopped at a chemist's shop and bought a few medicines which are still going on. We also bought a few vegetables and fruits.

  
Whenever I sleep at night, I have pleasant dreams that I am going here and roaming there. Then I wake up and begin searching for places to visit on my phone, looking at pictures, and making plans to go to a place.

I soon realized that the open air was not a hobby; it was a necessity. Now I have a proper plan. My walks are my life, in which I go on a 'date with myself'.

My walking area changes at times, and I go to distant places at times. I went to the R. G. Menzies Walk along Lake Burley Griffin in the Australian capital, Canberra.

To travel alone, a person's natural inclination and desire to see the unseen are most important. All other things come after that.

You can travel anywhere as per your interest in adventure and interest in natural beauty, different terrains, mountains, plains, people, language dialects, customs, folk traditions, etc., and as far as your capacity can take you!

For me, walking and traveling are like religions, and my love for the nature of tourism is the greatest pleasure in the world. My idea of traveling to places is that by going to new places, a person comes in contact with different people and their civilizations and cultures, and he learns a lot.

Being a traveler is a matter of great good fortune for me. I enjoy my life by being a traveler, which makes me carefree.

My walks give me joy as a lot happens around me, both outside and inside. I can see the world, the high mountains, and the deserts. I come into contact with different people and understand their nature. I experience love, sadness, happiness, and sorrow in their company.

I renew myself as I cherish the feeling of being with nature, and in the meantime, I feel the world and the experiences I gain during each of my outings. For me, this is the kind of rejuvenation that I achieve while going out in a company or alone.

My reward for walking and traveling is the memories, which are my treasures of sweet and sour experiences, beautiful enchanting views, different types of people and cultures, forests, river banks, mountains, and cool walkways along the lakes. What else is a diary if not your memories which you keep in front of others as an open book?

Today I had a plan to post in this community so I took a picture of the contest post as I didn't have many pictures from yesterday. Besides it's my curation day so I have no chance to go out therefore I will have to post what I took yesterday.

I always keep a camera with me so I can record everything I see, and I use my phone, whichever is available at that moment. But I had started writing my diaries when I had no camera.

Note: All images mine taken yesterday. The Image from this community taken today.
Note-2: If you see any outage of Steem from my wallet, please consider that as a reward to my constants.

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