Dangers of travel
Okay, I will admit it, I hate heights… erm, look how I used the word ‘hate’ 
– in fact; I’m terrified of walking anywhere higher than few meters without the safety belt… But this isn’t the point of the post. I want to tell you about the people I encounter during long travels. Most of them are just strange, but few creepy, type that you feel is better to avoid.
I remember, my first travel in France, little castle in the middle of the vineyards, lost in time and space. With a creepy gatekeeper greeting me on the way in and out everyday. It’s a shame I never photographed him, but I never had courage to do it.
Two photos below remind me of one such creepy encounter…
This dude is sitting on verge of the fall that is 5 kilometers deep. You cannot see it on the photo, but slope is as steep as it gets – Only the thought of the depth shoots adrenaline in my blood. And this guy is just chilling there, enjoying the view, and giving me that strange look when I try to take his photo…
Second photo I took in his work room, as I discovered later he makes knifes and sells them as souvenirs. Profession that matches cold blood, and strained expression.
As I mentioned in the beginning I’m freaked out by heights. I don’t know if it was my fear and his courage in the face of the deep ditch, or his room full of knifes… something in the middle of these two gave me an impression to stay far away, and that’s what I did for the duration of the my stay there…
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