No es el típico post de una playa de fondo ni lo más bonito del mundo pero quería hacer un homenaje a los pies(ahá!), aquella parte del cuerpo dónde es capaz de transladarnos a cualquier lugar y seguir recorriendo el mundo, a veces no somos lo suficientemente conscientes de la suerte que tenemos de algo tan sencillo cómo poder caminar, hay gente que por cualquier enfermedad no puede hacerlo y es una pena, aprovechemos y veamos con otra perspectiva el valor de las cosas simples y fisiológicas que tenemos y olvidémonos de la lujuria ,lo inalcanzable y el deseo de ser materialistas. La vida acabará cierto dia para cada uno de nosotros y no sabemos cuando. Por eso aprovecha ésta oportunidad y ház lo que realmente desees ,viajar alimenta el alma y de experiencias si rige el ser humano.
Porque la felicidad es real cuándo se comparte.
Y saliendo de la reflexión, bueno son algunas fotos de mi camino dónde la primera semana fue un infierno y mi cuerpo me pedía parar pero con la gente tan maravillosa que me acompañaba no podía hacerlo, caminar con 3 ampollas diarias era la costumbre y forzé demasiado hasta casi lesionarme la rodilla donde llevé un susto y bueno al final pude completar mis 30 dias de travesia con un poquito de esfuerzo. En el video final fue cuando me lesioné de la rodilla y llevaba bastones para caminar, apesar de mi rehúso de llevarlos xD
Por cierto que cabrones por grabarme haha, bueno a pesar de todo siempre con una sonrisa .
Come the afternoon, the bitter flavour of industry made a sudden and dramatic appearance. The road was lined with factories, steelworks, billowing pipes and dirty rivers. After being surrounded by so much natural beauty for weeks, I felt a little confronted. The rural tones had completely vanished and all that was left was the stark truth of humanities impact on the environment. While I felt gloomy, all was not lost. As I walked, a small truth arrived and it was powerful. .
The easy option when one feels jaded and overwhelmed about environmental matters is to throw your hands up and say it’s all too hard. Nothing I can do will make a difference and it’s just the tragedy of the human condition. Yet today, I felt something different. .
A day like this can be a catalyst, it has the ability to wake us up. A big, hard slap in the face to remind us that our small everyday actions have real environmental consequences. All that we rapidly consume has to be made somewhere, just as all that we so quickly discard has to be dumped somewhere. .
What if we change our perceptions? What if we made better choices and better habits? What if all those small things added up to something big?
Not being so quick to throw things out and trying to fix them first. Hunting down second hand buys, instead of this obsession with the new. Buy items that last, not crap that breaks in a week. Recycle all that you can and if you can’t recycle it….don’t buy it. Don’t use plastic bags, bring your own. Ride a bike, walk places, support the green energy solutions. Spend and invest in companies and products that are sustainable and green. Companies that are doing the right thing by you , your children and your natural world. Lead by example, teach your children and encourage others. Feel proud that you are not adding to the “environmental clusterfuck” and stand tall knowing you are doing your part. .
We all want to swim in clear oceans, walk in lush forests and breath the air that makes our lungs sing. Yet what’s missing on a monumental scale is emotionally checking in and understanding what our actions, choices and habits really mean within the bigger picture.
↠ The first half of the day was a rural ramble. Farmers drying their maize in the sun and inquisitive horses longing for a scratch. .
By mid-morning we came across a road stand filled with fruit, nuts and water. It was provided by a local couple, out of good will for all passing pilgrims. Within it was a blue notebook for leaving short messages. As we flipped through the pages we found a note from Nivea our German friend. To our delight it appears she must have enjoyed our “Aussie psycho babble” and is now referring to us as the A.E.G (Australian Entertainment Group). We also left a message for our American friend Liz who is a day behind and a “thank you” to the hosts of the road stand.
Come the afternoon, the bitter flavour of industry made a sudden and dramatic appearance. The road was lined with factories, steelworks, billowing pipes and dirty rivers. After being surrounded by so much natural beauty for weeks, I felt a little confronted. The rural tones had completely vanished and all that was left was the stark truth of humanities impact on the environment. While I felt gloomy walking into the outskirts of Aviles, all was not lost. A small truth arrived and it was quite powerful. .
Please, please, PLEASE check my next post as I share those thoughts...:a few things really hit home and I want to share it with you (I just can’t fit the word count on this post, so it’s written over two). .
PART 1 of 2 posts
DAY 20 - DEVA to AVILES - 31KM.