The adventures of Boris, the great globetrotter
You hear the dull sound of a chopping axe while you follow the vultures' trail.
The air is crisp and clean. Sunshine hits your face, you feel alive.
Without a word you ask the men if it's okay to take part in their ceremony.
You are late because your bike chain broke again.
When the ceremony's master splits the skull and cuts out the brain, it is done, and the giant birds may resume their feast.
And you know, I really didn't expect to witness such a thing when I left my German village six months earlier …
To be continued …
Bertrand et ModjoListen and comprehend.
— Globetrotting Boris’ Guide to Globetrotting —Mark your territoryWhen camping in the wilds, there’s only one way to be respected by wild animals.
— Tales Of Travel —We've got company.It’s the first day of me and my bike riding alone, heading to Lijiang.