As I sit isolated in this strange city of London in the times of pandemic, my thoughts constantly waiver to the world beyond. The countless minutes invested in discovering history, culture, heritage and liveliness of this place, lost in the alleys and searching for the hidden secrets. The excitement never seems to cease. Countless people have questioned the childlike curiosity and yet it all sums up to the idea of travelling.
Travelling has been a desire, a penchant to perceive the unknown, unplanned and disorganised. To be lost in a world of culture, tradition and a lifestyle you have not been exposed to before.
I have been called careless, lethargic, immature haphazard. But have you ever had the pleasure of being lost in a city? Discovering its soul while regular tourism leads you the other way. There is a charm in being lost, addiction to explore, to unlearn and learn.
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