#Real Journey Travels

[fedcar273]

[miss-mairatrix]

Welcome to new journey proyect

This time, I will use Law and Luffy traveling into Chile's touristic places

The uploads will be weekly as I can, because I'm still in hiatus/break to start soonly my new Pokémon's stained glass proyect

Enjoy

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[hektor-world]

Journey to the moon

[theglowsociety]

[mimipeacenluv]

c'est quoi l'émotion que tu laisses personne apercevoir?

Personnellement, cela serait la colère j'essaye de jamais me montrer frustré, car les mots blessent, les mots restent et les mots sortent tels une chute d'eau dans ces moments la. la colère est la clé de tout mal et excès. de plus, savoir se contrôler émotionnellement démontre une grande sagesse et patience. Ainsi, lorsque le musulman est en colère et qu’il atteint un grand degré d’irritation, il doit se retenir et ne pas parler ou agir sous l’effet de la colère, car ceci peut lui faire commettre des péchés. tel les insultes, la violence, etc.

Allah dit :

"Et concourez au pardon de votre Seigneur, et à un Jardin (paradis) large comme les cieux et la terre, préparé pour les pieux qui dépensent dans l’aisance et dans l’adversité, qui dominent leur rage et pardonnent à autrui, car Allah aime les bienfaisants" .

[Sourate Al-’Imrane : 133-134]

de plus, sache que la lutte contre toi-même est plus dure que ta lutte contre tes ennemis, car l’âme ordonne le mal et incite l’individu à s’en prendre à celui qui lui cause un préjudice, sans faire de distinction entre ami et ennemi. 

C’est pourquoi le Prophète ﷺ a dit :

« L’homme fort n’est pas celui qui terrasse les autres, mais celui qui se maîtrise lorsqu’il est en colère ».

Ainsi, l’homme fort n’est pas celui qui se bat avec les gens et triomphe d’eux, mais le vrai homme fort est celui qui se retient lorsqu’il est en colère. Lorsqu’on demanda à Al-Hasane Al-Basri – qu’Allah lui fasse miséricorde quelle est la meilleure lutte, il répondit : « Lutter contre ton âme et ta passion »

un conseil du prophète ﷺ en cas de colère est :

« Lorsque l’un de vous se met en colère et qu’il est debout, qu’il s’assoie. Si la colère disparaît tant mieux, sinon qu’il s’allonge ».

en effet, il est plus compliqué de passer a l'action couchée ou assis que debout.

#peacenluv

[taurusquen]

Countdown to 02/14/2025

Not your traditional February 14th

Big plans for valentinesday? Maybe you have dinner reservations at your favorite restaurant with the love of your life. Maybe you are staying home avoiding all human interactions because kissy-smoochy, lovey-dovey birds is nauseating enough 364 days. Maybe February 14th is just another Friday and you work, at least it’s payday, cha-Ching!

What if this day wasn’t like any other day in your entire life, what if 02/14/2025 was the day everything changed.No, I’m not talking about getting engaged or married, congratulations if that is you I hope you live a long life of happiness. Congratulations to all the double pink lines, along with good vibes for those still trying.

At any moment, life can change, expected or by complete surprise.

Have you ever wanted to pack up everthing, everything you can fit into your car, everything that you cannot live without or buy every day at the store. Pack everything and drive. Leave everything from the past in the past and drive. No destination, no schedule, no plans, no one telling you no.

Can you pack everything in seven days?

Will everything you plan to bring, fit in one vehicle?

Will your vehicle make it there?

Where is there?

Can you leave your whole life behind?

[delta2gurl]

Do you applaud fearDo you hold it nearAre you afraid to live your lifeThe way I perceiveIn my arms I’ll catch youDo you mind If I always love youHeaven’s gonna burn your eyesYou’ll seeIn my dream I’ll catch youInto my arms I’ll catch youDo you mind if I always love you

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A New Perception of Peru, The Inca Trail

Before the Trek:

Traveling through Lima was, in other words, fascinating. I can admit my knowledge of Peru, in general, was limited before beginning my travels there. I knew we were heading for a 5-day trek on the famous Inca Trail, but besides that, I entered the country completely blind. Although I only spent a day in the city, I was able to absorb more knowledge of the culture than I had previously known in my lifetime. The very first thing I noticed in Lima were the differences from the States. The weather in Lima was overcast, which I learned is typical. During the winter months of June to September, a consistent cloud cover envelops the sky. Throughout the day, we walked under the thick gray sky through the streets of Lima, learning about the culture and gastronomy. The streets were busy with activity, and instead of stereotypical pigeons, the streets of Lima were littered with vultures. We started our day at a local café where we enjoyed Peruvian coffee. The coffee was bitter yet light with a subtle citrusy note. We then sat in a generational, family-owned bar, Juanito Barranco, where we met the owner (the grandson of the founder). Juanito III mixed up a classic Peruvian cocktail, the Pisco Sour. The signature drink was tart and refreshing. After walking around the streets of Lima, we entered an art gallery of the famous mural artist Jade Rivera. Walking around and talking to some of the locals, I learned the significance of the hummingbird in Peruvian culture. The hummingbird represents deceased loved ones whose souls have returned to guide their families. I was informed that the Incas believed the hummingbird symbolized warriors and resilience. Later in the day, I observed the value of the coca leaf, which would come into use for me in the future. The coca leaf comes from the coca plant and is a traditional herbal remedy cherished for its medicinal properties. The indigenous Andean cultures chew or brew the coca leaves as a form of combating altitude sickness, fatigue, and hunger. During my short stay in Lima, I gained a better understanding of the history and culture of Peru. Although the city had an almost dystopian atmosphere and I wasn't particularly fond of its energy, I appreciated the knowledge and experience it gave me.

Traveling to Cusco was a simple flight through an unhinged airport. The airport was maybe the most chaotic place I had ever stepped foot in, but we eventually made it to Cusco. After arriving in Cusco, we spent a couple of days acclimating to the altitude before beginning our trek to Machu Picchu. In Cusco, we were able to learn more about the city's history and customs. Our first full day in Cusco was intriguing, to say the least. We drank immense amounts of coca tea and ate coca candies to combat the altitude change. Although I never seemed to feel any effects of altitude sickness or shortness of breath, I suppose the coca leaves do work. Throughout the main streets of Cusco, countless street vendors were selling various Peruvian trinkets and keepsakes. Although a tourist trap, we did indulge and purchase some of these knickknacks. Most shops sold the same types of things: llama or alpaca merchandise, blankets, shawls, and dolls. However, one of the stores (possibly the only one) appeared to be genuinely authentic. It was a small store tucked away in the corner of one of the less busy streets. Inside the store was a single man working. The store also served as his workshop, where he handcrafted every piece of leatherwork. He spoke no English, but he didn’t need to, as his passion was evident. We purchased a couple of items from his store, and although we visited many shops, this was the only one that stood out.

Our hotel in Cusco was built in the 1500s by Spanish settlers. It was almost castle-like, with large stone bricks and a vintage atmosphere. As someone who enjoys history, I loved Cusco. We visited two old churches, the first of which had original Incan foundations, with large stone windows and bricks. This temple was taken over by the Spanish when they invaded the Incan civilization. The Spanish churches were magnificent and filled with gold and rich artwork. In the first church, there were ancient altars dedicated to Inti, the sun god. These altars were positioned so that they would be illuminated by the sun during the Summer and Winter solstices. Though the majority of people in Peru practice Catholicism (due to Spanish influence), the Incan religion is still honored by many small villages hidden in the countryside and mountains.

The Trek:

Day 1: Starting the famous Inca Trail, I was eager to get going. However, the first day of the trip was honestly underwhelming. Day 1 started with an hour-and-a-half drive from Cusco to the Sacred Valley, where the trail officially begins. When we got to the starting point, we met our 9 porters, who would be carrying our food, water, clothes, tents, and all other necessities. We then waited in a long line with many other hikers to get our passports and papers checked before starting the hike. Day 1 of the trek was about 6 miles and undulating. The trail follows the Urubamba River for most of the distance, but towards the end of the first stretch, the trail veers into the mountains and a couple of villages. The trail on Day 1 was more crowded and busier than I had expected. It wasn’t necessarily unpleasant, but it was not comparable to any of the other days. We reached a small village in the late afternoon and enjoyed tea and coffee while the porters and cooks set up camp for the night. As the sun dipped lower behind the mountains of the valley, the temperature continued to drop. It became quite chilly, and the landscape entered an almost continental state of tranquility. We went to bed at around 7 p.m., as we had an early morning ahead of us.

Day 2: We were up at 5 a.m. to start what was said to be the most challenging day. We would be hiking up Dead Woman's Pass. The first hour of Day 2 was a challenging uphill trail, but then we reached the stone stairs. These large stone stairs extended for another couple of miles up the mountain, gradually becoming steeper and steeper. The hardest part of Day 2 was supposedly the rapid altitude increase; however, I did not feel much effect. We were told that the stone stairs were mostly from ancient Inca times, and they were the actual original stones placed by the Incas. We reached the beginning of Dead Woman's Pass, where the final “market” was. At the start of the pass stood two women with carts filled with snacks and drinks. The women make the 2-mile, straight-uphill climb to the starting point every day. It was almost unbelievable how they could carry such heavy loads up the harsh terrain daily. We then started the journey up the pass. I was able to make it to the top in around 45 minutes. Although it was challenging, the views were breathtaking. Even from halfway up the open pass, you could see the village where we had come from. It was shocking to see how far we had come. At this point in the hike, I was starting to feel the effects of the thinning air, but I pushed through and made it to the top. I was the first in my group to reach the summit, so I enjoyed the crisp wind and views from both sides of the pass. The first 5 and a half miles of the hike were purely uphill. However, once you reached the summit, the next 2 miles were a steep downhill on the same ancient stone stairs. I found the downhill to be the most challenging part of the day. The stone stairs were placed in an unstructured way, and you had to consider each step carefully. We finally made it to our base camp around noon. By that point, my legs were possibly the most shaken they had ever been. We had been lucky enough so far to have perfect weather conditions, but that all changed when night fell.

Day 3: Throughout the night, the bitter rain kept falling steadily. Thunder was a constant presence, while lightning illuminated the tent. We awoke to a gentle drizzle, unlike the downpour the night before. However, it was still freezing, and we could tell it would be a formidable morning. We quickly ate breakfast with some hot tea and coffee, then departed the camp. Day 3 felt like a completely different world. Although the conditions were at times a little unpleasant, Day 3 was undoubtedly my favorite. We started the day trekking up another pass, this one significantly smaller. We didn’t see another soul on the trail. We were able to explore Incan outposts and villages without company. It was magical, and I almost couldn't believe it was real. The trail was still covered in ancient Incan stones. The cloudy mist transformed the trail into a jungle expedition. I was in a state of pure awe all day. We entered another Incan ruin, and once again, there was not a single other person with us. Stepping into the ruins in complete silence was phenomenal. I felt like I was stepping through a time portal—thinking that people had stood where I was standing hundreds of years ago was surreal. This ancient civilization was right under my feet. We made it to camp in the afternoon. The camp was located at the highest point of the Inca Trail. Although it was under a thick cloud cover, the air was clear, and you could feel how above the world you were. The camp was filled with grazing llamas. They grazed along the steep mountain slopes and off into the clouds. The mist finally cleared, and it was breathtaking. It felt as if we were on top of the world. You could see a stunning view of the Andes jungle from every angle. We ate dinner watching the sunset under the vast mountainscape.

Day 4: Waking up at the mountaintop camp felt like being on top of the world. You could see miles and miles around you. It was freezing and dark when we first got up at around 5:30 a.m. However, as the sun rose, the mountains were lit up, and the mist unveiled endless peaks of dense green forest. We left the camp right after the sun rose. The entire trail of Day 4 consisted of 8 miles downhill, following the ancient Incan stone route. We walked through a dense forest and were able to explore many different ruin sites without another person in sight. After a couple of hours, we reached the Incan Sun Gate, the ancient entrance to Machu Picchu. Reaching the Sun Gate, we were able to see our first glimpse of Machu Picchu. Before reaching the historic site, I didn’t grasp the true magnitude of the city. I thought the ruins we had explored previously along the trail were of similar size, but they didn’t compare at all. Machu Picchu was an extensive metropolis for the Incan civilization. We were incredibly lucky to have such a clear day. I had heard that it is very possible for the mist to completely engulf the view of Machu Picchu from the Sun Gate. After trekking for 4 days, seeing the masses herded into the ancient streets was a reality check. Every turn was crowded and full of people. We were not fully able to explore the city the day we got there, but we were lucky enough to get to stay at a small hotel located right in the nook of the ancient city.

Day 5: Waking up in the famous hotel beside Machu Picchu was surreal. It allowed us to skip the buses and get an early start into the preserved city. Walking around the ruins was incredible. Although it truly cannot compare to walking around the smaller villages along the Inca Trail. Those smaller villages we were able to explore were less preserved, but in a way, they felt more real. We were able to explore them without any other humans around us, whereas, in Machu Picchu, we were constantly surrounded by noise and seas of people. The ruins were very fascinating, though. There was so much history attached to each building, and there was undoubtedly endless knowledge to absorb. After exploring the ruins, we hiked up the well-known mountain behind the ruins, Huayna Picchu. It is a relatively short hike to the top, but it is incredibly crowded, and the trail is completely straight up. Hiking Huayna Picchu was possibly the hardest part of the trip. The path is very narrow and doesn’t allow for much two-way traffic. The steps are steep and large, and it is nonstop uphill the whole way. However, the view from the top was incomparable. You could see the entire city of Machu Picchu in one view, and it felt as if you were standing on top of the world. In addition to the view of Machu Picchu, you could also see the landscape of every surrounding mountain for hundreds of miles. The tough journey up was worth it.

Collectively, this trip was not only beautiful and memorable but also equally educational and enlightening. I wouldn’t change any part of the trip. Even though some parts were more enjoyable than others, I think the journey wouldn’t have been complete without each moment. Seeing Machu Picchu and the transcendent beauty of the Andes was, without a doubt, life-changing. Although I went on this trip young, I can guarantee I will never forget this experience. Traveling to Peru was the most extraordinary experience I have had so far. I will always cherish the knowledge and beauty this experience has provided me.

[wafico]

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[bridgingroads]

About Me – Baris: Father, Photographer, Motorcycle Traveler, Dreamer

Sometimes I wonder how I ended up here. Here—somewhere between adventure and responsibility, between dreams and obligations, between the safety of routine and the call of the open road.

I’m Baris, 52 years old, father of two wonderful daughters, photographer, motorcycle traveler, and someone who often asks himself a little too late: “What the hell am I doing?”

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A Life Between Two Worlds

I was born in 1972 in Berlin, the son of Turkish immigrants. That meant growing up between two cultures, two languages, and two different perspectives on life. At home, there was tea and baklava; outside, it was döner and french fries. I learned early on how to navigate between traditions, bridging the gaps between people.

But as I got older, I felt a growing urge to see more of the world. I’ve seen quite a bit—but not nearly enough.

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A Job Is Not a Calling

Like many, I followed the “responsible” path: working, paying bills, planning for the future. I’ve had various jobs—communication trainer, office work—but in the end, they were just that: jobs. They paid the bills, but they never fulfilled me.

And then came photography.

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Learning by Doing – Becoming a Photographer Without a Clue

I never studied photography. No professor ever taught me how to set up lighting or which aperture to use. To be honest? When I started, I had no idea what an aperture even was.

ISO? Shutter speed? Exposure compensation? Sounded like rocket science.

But I had a camera. And a passion. So I started experimenting, failing, improving, learning. Learning by doing—that’s my philosophy. Today, I don’t just understand cameras; I understand the stories behind the people I photograph. Because great photography isn’t just about technique—it’s about emotion, connection, and the moments in between.

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Motorcycles: A Passion Without Mechanical Skills

My other great love? Motorcycles.

With one small catch: I have no idea how they work. If the engine runs, I’m happy. If it doesn’t, well… I need help.

I started out on a way-too-heavy Triumph Trophy 900, a bike about as suitable for beginners as a Formula 1 car for driving school. Then came a series of BMWs, followed by a detour into scooters—before finally returning to a real motorcycle: First a Fantic Caballero 700 and now a Fantic Caballero 500 Rally.

(My Fantic Caballero 700, with the beautiful Yamaha CP2 engine. Sold!)

(My Fantic Caballero 500 Rally MY 2024)

Why motorcycles? Because they mean freedom. They force you to be present. You don’t just see the road—you feel it.

And because motorcycles connect people. Everywhere in the world, there are riders, mechanics, roadside cafés filled with stories. Motorcycles are bridges between cultures.

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Family: Loud, Big, and Loving

I’m not just a father—I’m also a son, a brother, and an uncle. I’ve always been surrounded by a big family—four brothers, two sisters, countless nieces and nephews.

My parents, who passed away in 2018 (my mother) and 2023 (my father), taught me that family isn’t just about blood. Family is the people who stay with you—no matter where the road takes you.

Maybe that’s why I love talking to strangers on my travels. Because I know: Everyone has a story. And sometimes, a stranger becomes a friend.

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Bridging Roads – A Name with Meaning

It took me a long time to find the right name for my journey. Bridging Roads.

Why? Because roads aren’t just asphalt—they’re connections. They take us to new experiences, new people, new perspectives.

Travel should unite, not divide. It should spark curiosity, not fear. Anyone who travels learns that the world isn’t black and white—it’s full of colors, full of stories, full of possibilities.

And that’s exactly what I want to capture with my camera and my motorcycle.

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A Little Crazy—But Just Right

I know my plan sounds crazy. Quitting a secure job at 52? Embarking on a long motorcycle journey with zero mechanical knowledge? Trusting the unknown?

But honestly—isn’t it crazier to spend your whole life dreaming and never actually start?

So I’m packing my camera, loading my bike, and setting off. I have no idea what’s waiting for me. But I do know one thing: Every journey is a story worth telling.

And who knows—maybe my story will inspire you to find your own road.

So: Follow me, join the adventure, share your thoughts. And maybe, just maybe, we’ll cross paths out there—on one of the many roads that connect us all. 🚀🏍

[hektor-world]

Enjoying the journey with you

[jaeabance]

Journey to ubong-ubong Cave: Being a tourist in our province

Ubong-ubong cave is a cave located at Barangay Ansagan, Municipality of Tuba, Benguet. Come on let's go inside the mountain to explore and learn something!

Ubong-ubong cave is not just one but has more holes to explore. With its unique names and story that can be revealed when you visit the place. It has also a different rock formations, on top of the mountain where we have seen mountain chain full of trees. And on the other side of that mountain chain, We can see the blue ocean blending with the white clouds that meets the sky.

As it was mentioned the cave we have explored inside the mountains, don't hide one but more caves, it's just that other caves are not yet ready for tourists. Because it needed a process in order to be accepted as safe and healthy as a cave. But the caves that are willing to welcome visitors are named as Lolongan, Bengag, Idaw, and Takadang cave. Cave's name are mainly came from the indigenous language. These caves are in different places of the mountains. So after entering one cave, you need to get out, then hike another steps for the other caves.

With that distance we stepped on and time that we spenf. Of course our body got tired and grind some energy making us feel hungry. So as we finished entering those amazing caves. Our tour guide checked the time and luckily it's lunch time, so they look for a spot to have a bite of our lunch pack. Then there it is we eat and rest for the next step.

After that yummy lunch. We climb up another layer of the mountain for us to be on top to veiw the greens of the land. The place is where we step on a rock formation its name is Kadmangan view. It was called "Kadmangan" because the word means view deck. In this place, the exhaustion that I feel on the long run of the hike was blown away, by the veiw and the fresh air that passes through. We take some pictures and sat down to rest while appreciating the view of beautiful land and ocean from the distant.

I really want to stay for a longer time in that area but it is time to go down, and go back to barangay hall, because it's getting llate in the afternoon. So I stood up and follow the step, as we go down the mountain, it is not that difficult anymore. Because at least the sun is not that hot and wind is passing through. Also the path is not way up but way down so climbing is lesser.

This experience of mine is very memorable and I will cherish it! Because before some tourist in different provinces and places can visit it is I havr already seen the beauty of my own province. That what makes me proud!

Barangay Ansagan is quite difficult to find because it's a secluded place and the road is not totally improved, in short some of it are rocky road. But do not be discourage in traveling in our province. It is not the the way that define your experience, but it's the adventure you take in your journey.

TRIVIA: The stones that are seen above which goes down are called STALACTITES. Where when the stones are at the bottom and it grows up then it is called STALAGMITES. While when stalactites and stalagmites meet at the middle and they combine it wil be called as column. LOCATION: Ansagan, Tuba, Benguet, CAR Philippines

Reminder: Ubong-ubong cave is not yet open for tourism. Its paper for being a tourist spot is on process. It is not that easy because of the pathways and the other caves that are not yet open are still on study for its safety and life of the stone inside.

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“All of the colors are amazing—some still linger at the edges of the sky, but when sunrise was at its peak, it felt like we were walking in a painting. Pinks, oranges, reds, purples, yellows, mixing together like watercolors. I thought I liked sunsets most, but I think I like sunrises better.”

-Javier Zamora