Old Adventure Books

 Browsing through my Blog, I am thrilled to re-read some of my old writings.  They are not the perfect essays, but they honestly and happily chronicled my life from year 2009 to 2012 when I was living in central Asia.  Since I moved back to the States, my daily life is cluttered with monotonous events.   Hardly could I find time to relax, to contemplate, to take walk and more importantly to read and to write.  What I miss the most is to indulge myself in adventure stories of faraway places.  I could easily spend hours on an old adventure book and be happy.  Back in old days, unspoiled wilderness was still possible to find.   Hi-Tec, hiking and backpacking equipment did not exist, and explorers had to rely on their skills to reach remoted places.  Their incredible adventure stories were full of excitements, hardships and wonders, they were real escapade and not fabricated travelling tale.   

 Maybe that is why I love backpacking.  Only through hardship one can see untamed beauty.