It was 10th of March 2010 that I left to travel with no plans.
My backpack was filled with shit but my heart is with hope and dream. My knowledge of the world was nothing but junk. No guide books and maps of next destinations or even the idea of what kind of country will it be. Between the anxious and curiosity, I have left my home where I lived for more than two years in Melbourne. Friends shake hands and hugged me, said good-byes, lucks and cares. This was most exciting but emotional moment of my life.
Its been a 10 month since I travel, and now resting in my home town in Japan, staying with my parents thinking about next destination which will be India.
There is some regrets about my travel like friends, work, home, love, and reality of my life, but I want to insist on keep going far and far, farther than I can expect where I can find some color of the world.
