Georgia to Morocco

I rested in Georgia for a month before beginning to travel again. I needled Lung #3 Lung #5 and various other acupuncture points to regain stamina. I learned in Turkey the milk of the fig tree is good for the respiratory system. I took small drops of this potent liquid. Garlic, onion, all pungent foods to benefit the bronchia. The leaves began to fall amber upon the ground. Winter was approaching. My seasonal migration was pressing me to pack. When I was well I began again west, to the border of Turkey. There was a reason I payed the fine after all.

I crossed the entire country in 3 days. Many semi trucks. I was at the border of Bulgaria. It was night fall when I crossed the border. I slept beneath a tree, I would continue in the morning. There was a sign on the road, one way goes to Greece the other to Plovdiv and continuing north to Romania.

I chose the second option and extended my arm.

A red Audi stopped. He was the ambassador for Azerbaijan. He had driven straight through the night and was tired. He asked me if I could drive.

“Well, yes,” I replied. A little shy to get behind the wheel of his expensive sports car. I still had a valid drivers license.

I drove the full length of Bulgaria. He didn’t like slow driving. I pressed the pedal heavily as we sped through the mountains of Bulgaria as if we were in the Grad Prix.

We changed places at the border and he continued to Beaucarest

He offered me a job in Frankfurt as his personal driver but I declined.

I stayed in Romania and the Red Audi and Azeri Ambassador left for Germany.

I love Transylvanian architecture the medieval towers and coned roofs. I lived a short time at Merlelor Farms in Fagaras Romania. A quaint village in the countryside where horse carts were the main form of transportation. The farm was owned by a lovely Dutch couple who had relocated to Romania many years ago. They owned many horses, cattle and quite a number of dogs. Riding through the mountains was a liberating experience. A certain wild feeling that Romania possesses, home of the gypsies.

The polkadot skirts and confident women. The people have character in Romania. They know how to sing and they know how to dance. The backbone of culture lies in these expressions.

2012 was approaching, the craze of the Mayan Calendar was widespread. Will the world end? A technological blackout?

I didn’t want to be in a city. I stood on the Brenner contemplating the best location if the modern world shut down.

Perhaps i should join some native tribe…

Standing on the highway in Germany, no native tribes about, I pondered the best option.

South America was far away, Asia also, but just across the Gibraltar was mama Africa.

Yes, the Berber people of Morocco. I moved toward Spain. I crossed the ferry to the tiny Spanish tip of Africa, Ceuta. I took the train to Fez. The handicraft center of Morocco. La Medina, with vast carved doors and an air of ancient merchants. The center of trade and commerce. Everyone dressed in hooded gowns like they were all keeping some precious secret. Eyes glanced up from their sugary mint teas as I passed. I quickly bought a matching hooded gown.

I like modesty and all of my clothes are Islamic dresses. I own 2 skirts and two ali baba trousers and never, never, never will I wear a pair of bluejeans. Many years I covered my hair as well. I began this custom when I lived in Turkey. I believe the modern world is over sexualized. People define themselves by their looks and forget to look within themselves for a deeper sense of identity. The images in the media target sexuality as a selling point always trying to appeal to the animalistic desires. Root Chakra. I stopped wearing swimming suits in New Zealand in 2009. In most traditional societies worldwide women swim in their clothes. I learned these behaviors from them.

I went to Tiliwine, Morocco. The home of the red gold, Saffron.

I stayed with local Berber girls for several months. 2012 came and went. Nothing happened but Im sure if there were a technological meltdown they would’ve been fine. Certain native societies I have encountered would have been unaffected by an apocalypse. The inhabitants of Vanuatu, the Solomon Islands, the nomads of Mongolia, some sustainable groups in Bolivia and Peru. I feel these people are the most intelligent of all living humans. While modern society is very competitive eager to flaunt its status and superiority. The true wisdom is with those who can exist and be contented with the minimal. Those who do not need so many things are free from the worries that come with having many things.

In modern societies where stress is greater people suffer more from depression and anxiety than in native communities. While certain medical issues may be untreatable in undeveloped nations they often have traditional remedies that would be very useful if implemented in the western world.

Cancer for instance, is an epidemic which has overtaken most of the modern world. Cures for cancer and other modern diseases exist in nature and traditional medicine and I have seen people cured of cancer in the jungles of the Amazon. Cancer is actually a very broad term that can describe a variety of ailments.

I believe the true balance for the future of medicine and of civilization as a whole is to blend the wisdom of the ancients with modern science. Not to discredit the traditional as superstition and not also not to disregard the industrial science.

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