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It is a journey through three main religion between Hinduism, Budism and Muslim. of course it’s just me, my bag and unknown future trip. but in the end, it turns out all of the temples and rituals I’ve seen and people I’ve talked show me the human’s deep need of belief in something. I started my journey from India, New Delhie. It was a wave of shock when I stepped out of airport to see such a chaos and smell unbelievable urine. dust and amputed people were all over was coming towards me to begging. I thought I couldn’t mennage my trip to end. I found myself a room one of back streets with full of incense smoke. but when I decided to melt in this country and after a good rest, me and my old photo machine came alive. I decided to find temples in Delhi with a good guide. so I found the best one with a golden heart. Vic took me lots of unknown temples that tourist won’t go. I drank tea from a pot while the rain was washing that temple with deep stairs. we saw and visited Rajastan’s religious places. I blessed in Varanasi and talked about their Gods with Vic. I saw strange handmade tree God and Fakirs. I pet the holy cow. (almost get a horn hit by it) there was lots of detail and excited happens that I’d live. but in the end, I understand the poorest one’s need to beg someone higher cause they were helpless state of living conditions. after Vic dropped me to bus to Himalayas, I took a 26 houred unbelieveable road trip between mountains. I reached Muslim city. I’d stayed boat hostel on the river that night. I talked people about their past about living among that country as Muslim. after that night I camped on the Himalayas. Meet new good people there too. I climbed 2000 metres with horses and saw happy people on the hills. After my memories were increased there, I flew to Thailand. what a interesting city to live there. I went where Budist priestes were stay there. I saw how they wandered around and collect rice. I searched through different temples and saw standing Buda, resting Buda, sleeping Buda, Huge Buda, Golden Buda, tall Buda. he was in every temple but looks like not in the corners of massage saloons in Phuket. there were different colored women group in very street corner in Phuket. I saw emptiness in their eyes. It’s beyond of understanding their lives and touristes live who wanna spend some money and get pleasure among them. after my trip was over around small cities there, I jumped to Cambodia to Ankhor Wat. what a lost city of belief! you could feel the long past air between the green walls in there. so much different from our daily modern cities. if you could imagine their passaway people, you could sense their purposes from the carvings on the walls. among this 35 day journey, it was all the same that people’s need to believe in higher to get some eternal rest. this world was hard and cruel for all of them and they expect some goods from the future. desperate mankind in a desperate world. when I came home, my whole point of view was changed for good. I’d start to life from different angle. and now, I’ve try to collect new understandings to know better why we are here and why we living all of these. thank you for your reading and I hope my journeys gonna go last till end of my life.