Egypt, like so many thousands before me, has captured a piece of my soul. I would travel here a hundred years if life gave me time. Gold, dust, shattered statues, pillars of light in shaded halls, ribbons of fading paint cling to grooves in chiselled walls; so remote, so close. Old colonial buildings slowly falling into ruin, bustling streets, cacophony of noise, cogs of human industry grinding against the ephemeral glitter of life.
"Now the long road of the pilgrimage meets the path of the nile... Canyons of orange and beige roll down into empty dells of rust and bone; dusted staircases and shattered statues licked with gold. Pillars of alabaster split the horizon and strange mountains rise like chiselled breasts, mocking the sky."
Deep, in the Bush, this kind of Africa still lives, where children run barefoot in the dust to the pounding of stone and millet, where the voices of ancestors still echo across the sunburnt hills, where the red sun hums like a glowing ember behind the billowing grey choke of campfires, blades are sharpened each morning to the tremble of the dawn chorus, arrowheads are delicately rolled in poisonous weeds by thick cracked hands, and grounded bark and pollens remain the cure-all for every disease and ailment. Here, fading gently with time, the cradle of mankind's legacy on earth waits, waits for hungry passengers of the cosmic drama to dine on its forgotten nectars and deliver its message to a world bereft of a spirit...
Sahara... صَحَارَى How can one word still evoke so much? Even now, as time moves on at such quickening pace... Worlds begin to collide, continents drift. Again I am standing with feet between two lands. Yet for once I am not shaken, but stilled by this dissonance, this ambivalence... Life continues to move forward into [...]
♫ - "Koan - Klaus Wiese" People have called me many things, given me many titles, accolades, nicknames and honours. In fact I have called myself many things. An artist, an Aesthete, a pilgrim, a wanderer, a muse. Truth is I am not any of those things - no Christopher Columbus, Byron, Dorian Gray; not [...]
Behold! My global pilgrimage has thus far brought me to some truly extraordinary places, and for the first time brought me on safari in Masinagudi, Tamil Nadu, and the Mudumalai Tiger Reserve - in southern India. Here, cut off from all main roads, noise and chaos, the stampede of big towns and bleaching light pollution, you are surrounded by [...]
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Oh, the colour, the spirit, of India! Honestly, the sort of things I got away with in India would be impossible in Europe; and trust me, I've tried to crash weddings in England... and failed. Bangalore is a city of colours and flavours, and I was keen to taste as much as I could. I made [...]
"It's beautiful to be alone. To be alone does not mean to be lonely. It means the mind is not influenced and contaminated by society." - Jiddu Krishnamurti It is true - really, at the very depth of the soul, we are all looking for something. - we are all fighting, throughout this weird and wonderful [...]
On trekking Hidden Trails, Eating like a Nomad, and a Meeting with Saint George at the City's Secret Chapel... Let me take you now to Athens, Capital of Greece, the very centre of an ancient empire so influential, so mysterious, so captivating, its name and traditions have spread to each corner of the Earth. Not only is [...]