"The Way of the World" - Nicolas Bouvier
by Agata Mleczko
Leaning against a mound, we gazed at the stars, the ground undulating towards Caucasus, the phosphorescent eyes of foxes. Time passed in brewing tea, the odd remark, cigarettes, then down came up. The widening light caught the plumage of quails and partridges...and quickly you dropped this wonderful moment to the bottom of my memory, like a sheet - anchor that one day I could draw up again. You stretch, pace to and fro feeling weightless, and the word “happiness” seems too thin and limited to describe what has happened. "The Way of the World" by Nicolas Bouvier
The journey sometimes offers memorable moments that each of us keeps deep within us. Such moments are a combination of the people we met, sites we visited, books we read, but predominantly these moments are a result of having morning coffee or seeing the smile of somebody you've just met on the street or just relaxing at the end of the day. It is the most precious element of travelling. It is often the only reason to travel. The day you first experienced this moment when 'the word happiness seems too thin and limited' you discovered the way of the world and you will keep travelling for as long as you live.