A SPECIALIST DELUXE TOUR OPERATOR TO MIDDLE EAST, SOUTH EAST ASIA, AFRICA, INDIA, NEPAL AND ITS NEIGHBORING HIMALAYAN DESTINATIONS.....

A Time Machine

CONNIE

SCHELLER

Connie Scheller

 EXPEDITIONS

   MORE THAN 35 YEARS EXPERINENCE IN DEEP HANDLING OF INDIVIDUAL AND GROUP TRAVEL, ODD, EXOTIC and/or NORMAL IN THE WORLD

NEPAL INDIA TANZANIA JORDAN EGYPT
SYRIA TURKEY ISRAEL KENYA ETHIOPIA
SUDAN YEMEN GREECE SRI LANKA BHUTAN
SIKKIM CHINA with TIBET MYANMAR LAOS VIET NAM
CAMBODIA SINGAPORE MALAYSIA INDONESIA AUSTRALIA
NEW ZEELAND  EUA with ALASKA SOUTH AFRICA PAKISTAN LEBANON 
ISTANBUL  IRAN RUSSIA  AMAZON  

IN GENERAL, ANY DESTINATION IN THE WORLD

 

THE WORLD OF CONNIE SCHELLER AND HER BUSINESS: TRAVEL
 
I feel like hundred years of life and duty: the joy of doing personal travel and prepare travel for my customers.
 
I have achieved plenty in such a not so long career in the accounting of Time and Eternity: I have seen so much of the world, of its life, of its beauties and disasters that I cannot live any style else but in a whole amazement.
 
While in duty and while I design and write the itineraries for my clients –may times odd and exotic—, my Self is everywhere, with or without body; with or without shape; whole; full; still ignorant, learning, much knowing; near and far shining; Self dependent; independent; all transcending, actual and, perhaps, eternal; and assigning to every travel I do or prepare its proper duty.
 
I pin and cling to a natural knowledge obtained from the World, the best University a being can inscribe.
 
I have no vice. My personal weaknesses have brought me into such a stage that, daily, I give myself injections of book’s contents in destinations, cultures, religions, behaviors, arts and other themes, to enrich and enjoy my Self doing and being.
 
Contrary to the miserly one, I throw away my few monies for I buy collecting objects or pieces or textiles that coming most with trick, I get them through treats and so to complete my countless collections I keep at home, pieces and objects that emotionally I choose and pick along the roads of the World.
 
My most precious collection is that one of my books: some antique, many old, many new, more than three thousand, with also plenty of files and clippings and catalogues and guides for its consultation.
 
All: books, files, consulting pieces, and usually small objects, I simply, adore and I stick to them so closely, that just the thought I could loose one them, gets me sick, already; that is my peculiar way of being miser. This is my worldy fanatism.
 
With my travels, with such experience, with much readings, I have learned that for being successful in knowing The World and in my profession, I have to become the senses of my clients, as they, as I, must know that for a travel to become, a total event, an affair to remember, it must be taken as an emotional experience first, and after, must be experimented with body and mind as when you travel, you have to commit yourself to include personal and important activities: to touch, taste, listen, hear, sniff, smell observe and really see.
 
At the end, you accept it fully and, you embrace it, as it will come to you as if you have gotten it as a viral infection: the sites, the ambiance, nature, people, domestic and wildlife, as an all, it gets introduced into the body through our two eyes, nose tongue and ears; and the tact of our two hands; gets processed in our brains; reaches our heart; circulate through our veins, and finally it gets embedded within the marrow of our bones. There is only one cure: travel by returns
 
To have the chance of travel is an opportunity not to be left at one’s side. We must take it one time, and another, and again, another. It is a kind of a private fortune that must be squandered with travels and more travels, as it is this kind of action that will bring us into a sacred free-doom!
 
Go!; travel!; visit The World!. Walk, step by step its three thousand odd soils. Walk along its treks and trails. Get bewitched with its Sun-rises; with its Sun-downers; with its full Moon.
 
Reach that lands behind the horizon line, the ones that curves it and, jump them. Cross its immense seas and wide rivers; its creeks; conquer its mighty, unpredictable mountains. Pick and rise its stones; remove one of its great boulers; look down to its deep core. Put your hand there and, explain, how it is that its calcinated heart, beats.
 
Cover yourself with the infinity blue of the clear Sky. Make yourself full with the light of the Sun and shine. Touch the silence; look at the wind; embrace solitude and make it your friend.
 
Shower with the music of rain; dance with the rhythm of thunder; stop when the killing flash-light strikes; run when the tornado comes; get protected when the hurricane attacks. Take the Rainbow as your brush and paint, with it, whatever stopped to be good.
 
Take a deep breath; caliber your senses. Rise your arms: touch the clouds; trap the stars. Count the deserts of the Moon. Cover your Self with its night’s dark, elegant gown and dream with lagoons of galaxies and with explosions of clusters and travel even further, through the endless road of the very frightful Black-Hole.
 
Moist your face with its morning fine dew; allow the subtle perfume of its natural ambiance embraces you and sigh deep on whatever is alive: smell the flowers; touch its woods; eat its greens; love its marvelous and very intelligent animals.
 
Get impregnated of its humanity: comb its towns; get flooded with the noise of its markets, streets and alleys; Answer back to its people’s smiles; mingle in them; look at them with amazed eyes. try to guess their languages, to read their minds; try their most simply food; taste their exotic dishes; damp your tongue with their so rare wines; dress with their silks and laces; hang from your neck, wrists and ankles, their stringled shells and beads; get pampered and adorned with their expensive stones and glasses and shining metal fittings.
 
Admire its architectures and arts; learn from them as much as you can.
 
Reflex about their cultures, the uncertainity of their rituals and, its sometimes, shady religions.
 
 
RESPECT IT ALL!. DO NOT TRY TO CHANGE ANYTHING!
 
Travel!; travel till exhaustion!; far beyond your own strenght. Till you transfix its most strongest frontier, the one of the one thousand traitorous demons: Mrs. Mediocrity Cajoling.
 
Travel!, till you leave, behind, the ten thousand and more tabues that would get you blocked; the thousand fanatism that at your back are whimpering; those ones always marauding and which at the end, are the ones that would, sometimes, get you crazy.
 
And... do not stop!. Travel!. Travel till the four cornes of the Earth; until the appreciated “Book of The World” is yours; that one not on sale; the one that only the tenacious gets; and, only, the one who already has it, will know its name!.
 
 
 
                                                         In commemoration   
 
Connie Scheller
México
Saturday, April 14th, 2001; 12h07
Of today’s Nepal Celebration
Of its New Year 2058
About Connie Scheller and Connie Scheller Expeditions.
Connie Scheller's own introduction to NEPAL - THE TIME MACHINE.
CHRONICLE on RALLY NEPAL 2000.
4 x 4 ROYAL NEPAL OFF-ROAD ADVENTURE through HIMALAYAN TRACKS & TREKS - RALLY 2001
Special Tours & Expeditions, 2001
 
Office Address:
Connie Scheller Expeditions, S.A. de C.V.
Toledo 26-7
Colonia Juárez
06600, México, D.F., México  
Accountings Office:
            Avenida Independencia 19-202
            Colonia Centro
            Delegación Cuauhtémoc
            06050, México, D.F., México
 Telephones: Voice: (52-5) 533.2857       Fax  : (52-5) 533.2856        E-Mail: scheller@prodigy.net.mx