Backpacking to the South of France
With a glint of sunshine that reflected from my lens, I walk. People talk about teleportation and it may have its quirks, but what if we had the ability to never succumb to exhaustion? The very possibility of living each day like it's your last could be assured! Just the essence of walking along with an array of paths, some paved by many and some you just risk it. It was a cold dry evening when a conversation with my woman would challenge me and evolve me as a traveller.
Surrounded by white walls in the largest city of the ceremonial county of Hampshire, boredom had found its way to my routine.
Waking up at 5 a.m. and knocking myself out by 11 p.m. with an episode of “Friends”, had my brain sore. She was right.
And so it began, a week of amateur planning and a one-way ticket to France. This would be the best days of my monochromatic life.