I love the land. I love my motorbike rolling on street! The hard, reassuring street! And my trustworthy Royal Enfield 😉 And darn I hate flights! Wait! Nope! Fear is the correct word. A metal tube sustained by two wings on both sides 35 thousand feet above the ground with NOTHING! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING beneath it! […]
Why does man has this urge to travel?
Does this even need justification?