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Rover Recommends 10 Reasons To Travel Beyond Tourism


There are at least two ways to travel: as a tourist, and as somebody else. If you have the time, you can always try to be both.

When I visit new places, I always try to give it a second, third look. First, I allow myself to be a tourist, you know, of the snap-happy, spot-hopping kind. I comb through the map and the checklists.

Then, I stay for another day or come back to get to know the place and its people a little bit better, deeper, in a more reflective, respectful manner. I just walk and wander, stopping to drool over a lamppost leaning in a way not so common, or to try a local drink or snack.

While tourism is not necessarily a bad thing, for sure there are many other reasons to grab your backpack and take the next bus to somewhere. Let’s hear what #RoverRecommends regarding this moving matter.

1.      Ecstasy. Not the drugs, not so much as that trance-like state, but in the real Greek sense of it. And that is “to stand outside oneself.” I understand that some people, in order to get to know themselves better, they try to introspect, to see themselves by looking within. Well, that’s chill. But you can also try going outside of the self, and discover the Other. You can’t underestimate the depth and breadth of knowledge and experience you gain by meeting strangers and tasting strange things.


2.      Study. I spent around five years of my life “studying” in Europe. While it wasn’t the easiest episode of my existence, it was one heaven of a traveling chapter. Studying abroad not only makes you go out of your academic comfort zone, it also gives you a wider world view. Your horizon of perspectives becomes far richer than the one you cling to back in your small safe corner.
3.      Work. Sometimes the grass is indeed greener on the other side. But you’re not there for the greens, but also for the blues, the burgundies and other colors that a different work place and culture offers.  I had once worked as a gardener in Normandy through a help-exchange program, and also helped out a family in Slovakia doing household chores. Wrestle weekdays, wander weekends.  Works for me.
4.      Culture. Sounds cliché by now, but if you really allow yourself to immerse in a different way of living, of seeing and doing things, you would definitely learn and enjoy at the same time. We were once in Morocco during the Ramadan, and we did try to fast as the locals would. More than once, we were treated to a free meal by the end of a day’s fasting. Visiting a place during festivals could also prove to be a very satisfying endeavor.


5.      Eat. No captions needed. Well, if you insist, who wouldn’t want to go for seconds in that small pizza place in a corner of Naples? Or for sushi in the traffic of Tokyo? Anyone for tacos in Mexico or a big slab of steak in Buenos Aires? Full veg anywhere in India?


6.      Capture. A once-in-a-lifetime moment. The most surprising photobomb. The biggest life learning. Caught in camera. Immortalized by ink. Engraved in the corners and caves of your memories. We all are collectors of things beautiful, interesting, life-changing. We want to keep now to share tomorrow, to remember in the future, for purposes of emergency or just to emerge from something, somewhere.
7.      Spirituality. A pilgrimage is part of any religious experience, both organized and free-wheeling. For some it’s the Vatican or the Way of Santiago de Compostela, for others it’s the Mecca or the desert and the seas. Some walk barefoot to commune with nature, some sail or cycle towards a deeper understanding of the universe and the human spirit.


8.      Read. It’s a win-win situation. Reading helps you travel, travel better informed and updated. Traveling allows you some reading time while waiting for flights or the next bus or your hot meal. Many of my travels are based on books, as in I read about destinations, as in I visit a city for its bookshops. From a lovely bookstore by the Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris to Church Street in Bangalore dog-eared with the best secondhand bookshops in town, I don’t really mind the extra mile or page or kilogram.
9.      Bridge. Gaps. Differences. Islands. Continents. Universes.
10.  Breathe. Just to do nothing, away from work, from the chaos of the city. Or exactly the opposite, to absorb the frantic lights of the capital and electrocute boredom. Some require a plane ticket for every hiccup or long bus rides for a nagging thought. Some just need to be there, outside. Some would like to live in Mars, some just would like to go back home.



Whatever floats your boat, what trips your trigger. For whatever reason, the need and desire for travel must be addressed. Get it? Addressed. Choose a destination. Go where your toes take you, where your dreams lead you, where you will be at home anywhere in the world. // Unshod Rover for Oasis Holidays
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Unshod Rover is a worldwide-eyed wanderer currently based in Bangalore, India. You may follow his musings and journeys on this blog. "All Rover the World" chronicles his continuing travels wandering about the world and stumbling upon strangers.

Rome, Day 4: Embracing the Sea



“Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again; but whoever drinks the water I shall give will never thirst; the water I shall give will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life” (John 4:13–14).

Our four-day vacation in Rome has been all about water. It reminds me of the passage in the Gospel of John where Jesus speaks with a Samaritan woman about water as a simple element yet most desired, which resonates with my reflections in these days. Our first day in the Eternal City was about the lake, me begging my heart to be like one. That is to try and contain, gather, re-collect everything that matters, and to hold on to things we needed to hold on to.

Day Two was about the Roman fountains and how they operate through gravity, and that their capacity to shoot water is directly proportional to the elevation and distance from the source. It made me muse on our opportunity to become a fountain, a source of joy to others, and that with the love of God as our main Source, well, we are very well capable of shooting water. On our third day, we followed the river (Tevere, that is). They say, “follow the river and it will lead you to the sea.” This river, I thought, is the Other. And by loving the Other, it will bring us to the sea, that is the great and vast ocean of God's Love. And indeed, on Day Four, we found ourselves before the sea.

Again, the sea is an invitation, a constant call to letting go, to complete abandon, another free fall, an opening, a giving in, a sort of giving back. Everything tends towards the arms – loving, maternal, all-embracing – of the sea. These days of escape and rest and containment and moving forward towards a certain sun, some sort of arrival point, a kind of destination, have led us to the sea.

A lot of people go to Rome to be able to walk into ancient times of gods and gladiators. Some visit the city on a spiritual journey that culminates at St. Peter’s Basilica. Others do as the Romans would when it comes to dining and other aspects of its rich culture, including the Romans and the romance. No matter the purpose, the city remains as grand and great as it was in its glory days as an empire. Rightfully twinned with the city of Paris, this Italian city continues to be a source of wonder and wander, quenching every tourist thirst for history and for holidays, every pilgrim penchant for the spiritual and the uplifting.

While they say that all roads lead to Rome, everything that I've experienced even before these four days in this city has led me to the Sea, realizing how immense God's love is. And no matter how much a part of me would like to close up and let my heart be a lake, the call of this Sea is far too strong. One Christian mystic once said:  “We’ve understood: to avoid suffering thirst, we must give to others the living water within ourselves that we draw from Him.”


And so here I am, on a rainy Sunday, opening up my lake, following the river towards the Sea. I know it's not going to be easy being a “source” to others, opening yourself up. It will also make you vulnerable again to pain and frustration. But as long as we embrace the vastness of God's love, as long as we are secure where our joy flows from, we will never thirst again. // Unshod Rover for Oasis Holidays
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Photo Credit:  Il Monte Circeo e Villa Volpi (Circeo - Sabaudia - Latina - Italia) by Aldo ArdettiApril 2014

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Unshod Rover is a worldwide-eyed wanderer currently based in Bangalore, India. You may follow his musings and journeys on this blog. "All Rover the World" chronicles his continuing travels wandering about the world and stumbling upon strangers.

Rome, Day 3: Following the River




Let Rome in Tiber melt. - Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra

I've always been fascinated by the love affairs between rivers and cities in Europe: the Seine and Paris, Florence and the Arno, the Rhone and Lyon, Budapest / Vienna / Bratislava and the Danube. And it's always a welcome thought to just walk along the riverbank, following the flow of water. Among those who are lost, there's a saying that goes “follow the river and it will lead you to the sea.”

On our third day in Rome, while I did prepare some big bookhunting plans at least for Saturday morning, a sudden change of itinerary with my Vietnamese companions made me resolve to just follow the flow and look forward to be drifted towards a certain sea.

Before taking the train, we went up the center of Castelgandolfo to buy extra tickets and pass by an old friend of mine who owns a shop selling religious articles. It was a pleasant surprise that she was still able to recognize me after all these years, and that we greeted each other with the same warmth as if time and distance had never interfered.

While, of course, she didn't remember my name, it made me believe that some great things do really remain. And that some things do wheel on in this great cycle towards a certain oneness despite the many walls and boundaries that our differences and the difficulties of overcoming them also continue to build around us. And if only we take time to recognize these great things, even the smallest acts of kindness and humanity, the most trivial of acquaintances, the simplest gestures, they accumulate in us and without much effort, we radiate them through our everyday dealings with the Other.

To stumble upon a bunch of Germans, Japanese and Thais while we wait for our train was no longer big news to us. The great announcement came when they told us of the Pope delivering the Angelus on Sunday at Castelgandolfo to the delight of my Vietnamese friend who hasn't met the Pope yet. It was quite a nice start to a morning which saw us having to get off the train and transfer to a bus that would lead us to Rome, and going through the labyrinth that is the Roman underground metro only to come out on the other side of the station to take the autobus as the metro was not working that day.

With the rest of the world trying to fit inside the autobus, we could not move a finger, all the more it was impossible for us to get off our desired destination, and so again, we ended up at the Vatican, quite far from the first bookhunting stop on my list. From there, we decided to follow the river Tevere and hoped it could get us somewhere. We docked at Trastevere, which literally means beyond the Tevere, one of Rome's most charming and well-preserved quarters, which housed two bookshops on my list. With one being closed for the summer holidays and the other selling books as if they're gold, our feet bare against Trastevere's cobbled streets led us to a Tibetan shop by the end of an alley.

The colors and designs of the products displayed there would have been enough eye candy for all of us. But one of the owners offered to explain to us in English some meditation techniques using Tibetan singing bowls. Made of alloy of seven different metals connected to the seven principal planets, the bowls are used for meditation and relaxation. By encircling along its rim with a wooden stick, it creates sounds and vibrations that would help us harmonize with the universe. Adding water creates vibrations reminiscent of small fountains.

And our small trip into a Tibetan shop turned out to be not only an afternoon of meditation but more so of a dialogue with the Buddhist owner, with whom we shared stories of us coming from different parts of the globe to follow a lifestyle of unity. We agreed that one thing we have in common despite the many differences is our desire to be one among us and with the universe.

We could have stayed there longer, if not for a call from the rest of our companions already waiting for us at the Colosseo. And so we crossed to the other side of the river through the Isola Tiberina, passed by Piazza Venezia and Campidoglio towards the Colosseo. (Standing by the ruins of old Rome deserves another narration.) And after an eat-all-you-can apericena, again we walked along the Tevere, this time by night. It was a different sight altogether with lights flooding both sides of the river and the night markets and restaurants lined up.


Capping the night with a hike up the Gianicolo hill, the second tallest in Rome, we were treated to a panoramic view of Rome's churches and bell towers and this “old world’s” version of skyscrapers. Catching my breath, I let my tired legs hang over the edge of the cliff dipping in the eternal city melting into a sea of serenity. As dawn awaited the sunrise that will paint Rome again with tourists and the typical modern city life, I just let every thing, my worries and my joys, flow towards that big Sea waiting for me.  // Unshod Rover for Oasis Holidays

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Unshod Rover is a worldwide-eyed wanderer currently based in Bangalore, India. You may follow his musings and journeys on this blog. "All Rover the World" chronicles his continuing travels wandering about the world and stumbling upon strangers.


Rome, Day 2: The Source, the fountains and gravity



The fountains of Rome all operated purely by gravity- the source of water had to be higher than the fountain itself, and the difference in elevation and distance between the source and the fountain determined how high the fountain could shoot water. - Katherine Wentworth Rinne, The Fall and Rise of the Waters of Rome

Woke up to a window of million flowers and a lake already soaking up the Roman summer sun. Still, in my pajamas, and perhaps walking through the remnants of last night's reveries, on our second day in Rome, I found myself again sitting on top of the wall looking over lake Albano. I knew it was not in my nature to skip pee, gargling and a glass of water before going about the rest of the day's itinerary, but then, again, it felt like it was the most natural thing to do. We are all, somehow, always drawn to water.

While at it, I felt calmer and more collected. I was asking myself where is this tranquility coming from? Where is this constant bliss flowing from? What is my source? How elevated is it, how far am I from it? I knew I should be agitated as we had to prepare early, get some quick breakfast, pack up some quick lunch and catch the early train. But I still took some time checking out the vegetable garden and continue on thinking, thinking. Thinking is bliss, I told myself, smiling. Where is my rhythm coming from? How am I able to contain everything? What makes me tick?

We were able to catch the train, but not without failing to buy tickets for there was no vending machine in sight. And so, in another twist of luck, the train man asked us either to pay quadruple the price of the regular ticket or get off the train by the next stop. The “poverini stranieri” (poor strangers) that we were, we got off at Pantanella, an unknown corner in the periphery of Rome, and from there we walked around four kilometers to get to the next train station. It made no sense, but we were in vacation, and we had time. And so we went with the flow.

We arrived at the Vatican just in time for the mezzogiorno mass, and we were consoled by the fact that there was no long queue outside San Pietro. The mass was in French with some Polish prayers in between, and our group composed of various people coming from all the continents could only chuckle. How did these “disgraziati” (disgraced) coming from all corners of the globe find themselves in the heart of the Vatican, the seat of the Catholic world, in the middle of the Roman summer? A certain thirst, I thought, hoping by now you are able to catch my drift.

Rome was not at its chaotic best. The weather was relatively friendly. Not so many tourists, just the usual buzz of a living city. And by the shadow of Castel Sant'Angelo and in the company of an orchestra of cicadas, Rome was refuge as we had our lunch and the almost obligatory siesta there. And there, again, I caught myself thinking and felt compelled to write. Running out of water, we started looking for a fountain. It was a good thing Rome was full of them.

From the Pantheon to the Fontana dei Quattro Fiumi (the Fountain of the Four Rivers) at Piazza Navona, up to the Fontana di Trevi and the water-spitting lions at the Piazza del Popolo, there is an abundance of fresh cold water for the thirsty tourists and travellers in the capital of a country where most of the time wine is more affordable than bottled water.


Going home from the train station at Castelgandolfo, I walked barefoot with a Vietnamese friend as we listened to Abel Korzeniowski's music [which titles range from Stillness of the Mind to Drowning, Going Somewhere, up to Swimming], sharing earphones like two separate umbilical cords reunited as they draw nearer to the source. Of music, that is. He asked me if he could go with me in my bookhunting trip back to the city center the morning after. I knew it would not be the bookhunt as I've carefully programmed it to be, but I was really happy to take him along with the two other Vietnamese friends. 

And as we continued tiptoeing along lake Albano, I realized that I, too, could be a fountain to others, a source of refuge. And by then, already secured of how high my Source was up there, while I remained in this great gravitational pull towards the Other, I was more than ready and happy to shoot water.  (To be continued...) //Unshod Rover for Oasis Holidays


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For Part 1 of this Rome series, check out this article
Photo Credit: Peter J StB Green, February 2002

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Unshod Rover is a worldwide-eyed wanderer currently based in Bangalore, India. You may follow his musings and journeys on this blog. "All Rover the World" chronicles his continuing travels wandering about the world and stumbling upon strangers.




The Waters of Rome: 4 Days in the Eternal City



(Part 1.1 of the “All Rover the World” series)

Disorder, noise, chaotic traffic, daze, huge monuments... The tourist who arrives in Rome for the first time usually feels a sense of being lost. Formed at the center of a mountainous group of volcanic origin, the city seems to have gathered in itself the fire and the burning lava of its volcanoes. – from “Roma in quattro giorni” (1975)

Rome, Day 1: Heart, be a lake

It was past dinner on a Thursday when we entered the Eternal City. That explains perhaps why it was not quite the Rome as some would have warned us to stumble into. Not much noise, nor heavy traffic, not the expected chaotic welcome of a bustling city, not even a certain sense of being lost. It was as if we were really supposed to be in this place at exactly the right time. 

No longer a stranger to this part of the world, I did not come to Rome in search of some sort of fire of city life that any capital could offer. This was not to take away the fact that it was once “Caput Mundi” and still is, in one way or the other, very much alive and full of marvel and surprises through the years, or centuries. It is ever evolving, eternal, to mention the obvious. I came to Rome to be with new friends, looking forward to seeing the glow in their eyes and their jaws dropping when they experience one monument after the other for the first time.

For four days or so, we stayed at a palazzo built on the ruins of what used to be one of Emperor Domiziano's residences, as hearsay would have it. It enjoys a view of the lake Albano, the same as that of the Pope's as he, too, was in “vacation” at Castelgandolfo for the summer. And so, at almost midnight, on our first day in Rome, I found myself sitting on top of a wall, watching over the lake like it was the most natural thing to do. It was calm and collected, mirroring the half-dark of both the city with its sleepy lights and the sky bedazzled only by a few serene stars.

We actually started our journey with a sidetrip down by the lake Bolsena, where a church was witness to a Eucharistic miracle. We arrived early enough to have caught both the sun and the moon watching us over like two eager eyes anticipating each of our careful step as we try to befriend the lake. The water was not that hot, not that cold, either. And it was not clear as to who conquered who, but after a short while, I was already freestyling comfortably, oblivious to the absence of salt and waves. It was an easy, necessary introduction.

 A lake. How much sky, how many suns and moons and stars can it contain in its mysterious, almost haunting tranquility? How much of my worries and dreams and thoughts can it mirror? I wasn't sure if the Pope was staring at lake Albano at that same ungodly hour, nor was I entertaining the idea that he could also be fishing for answers to the very same questions as mine.

A lake. Right until that day, I have never been fond of lakes, being the island freak, archipelagic that I am. It's too dark, menacing in its secrecy and silence, self-possession. I have always been a child of the sea, out there, exploring, reaching out to shores and pulling back when it gets too familiar, always changing wave after wave.

But a lake is also about gathering, keeping. It's about containment. It's not about possession nor self-centeredness. It's about recognizing the things that we need to hold in and hold onto, before we offer ourselves back in total abandon and sheer vulnerability to the call of the sea. These were the very thoughts I was telling myself those days as I carried in one hand a map and in the other, my heart. And I would have had loved for those thoughts to linger like keeping water in the mouth for as long as it takes. At least, for the next few days that we had there in the Eternal City. (To be continued...) //Unshod Rover for Oasis Holidays

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Unshod Rover is a worldwide-eyed wanderer currently based in Bangalore, India. You may follow his musings and journeys on this blog. "All Rover the World" chronicles his continuing travels wandering about the world and stumbling upon strangers.