Why Am I Still On The Road?
This could be a long post. Have you got time ? May be I'll keep it short but I have a tendency to ramble. This is my blog and if I wanna ramble, I will.
I'll give you the short answer to your 'why' then you can get on with what ever you normally do at this time of day.
But firstly I must thank Kimberly for the inspiration for the idea on this post.
Kimberly, thank you!
So, why am I still on the road ?
Cos I fucking love it!. 'It', being the lifestyle I have.
Ok. You are free to go and do something more constructive, like cracking walnuts. The more in depth answer is below the walnut photo.
So why am I still on the road ? It's true, I love the life style I live.
But everyday is not a barrel of laughs. Just in case you wanna tell me how lucky I am to be on the road, seemingly forever.
Perpetual travellers still get sick. We still have bad hair days. May be even more than normal. We are budget travellers and our financial situation forces us to sleep in dorms. Really not good for ones sanity.
If you end up working or volunteering in a hostel, you still have a boss watching your every move and have to deal with work colleagues who have no incentive.
I bet you're all thinking I get laid all the time and there are endless sunsets every night. OMG. I wish!
But not let's get side tracked into why I like to travel. Who doesn't? But why I am still on the road. Come on, 1404 days in a single trip, the nearest I got to the UK was Kiev and then I turned east, again. Surely 1404 days is long enough? Yes its true. 1404 days is really enough. So why don't I just go home and be normal? There is no failure in going home early cos 'I couldn't hack it'. I've hacked it. And am still hacking it!
And before this trip was an 18 month trip and before that, 11 months, 9 months, 7 months intersped with stints working in Switzerland. Though these stints, I do not regard as being 'on the road'. I was living! I wasn't 'on the road' cos I couldn't pick up my bags and walk 10k with them. I had running stuff, leisure stuff, work stuff, skis and ski boots. But I was still nomadic, still a perpetual traveller. For the last 4 years I have been 'on the road' cos for the last 4 years I can pick up my stuff and walk 10km with it.
In 6 months I will be 50. I used to think that only sad old bastards would still be on the road at such an age and yet here I am on the cusp of being an old bastard. Sad, definately not and with no desire to end this life style.
I am still on the road cos the reasons why I like to travel still ring true!
I still wanna discover new places. There is still the thrill of arriving in a new place, getting somewhere half decent to call home for a night or 3, searching out the new places to get good food, the thrill of travelling to some new place, the view from from the bus, the view from the window when I get there. Then there are the people. I meet hundreds but once in a while there are really cool ones.
I've been in 82 countries. I have no idea on how many villages, towns or cities I have been in yet my curiosity or is it restlessness, is still alive and kicking!
My stint as a volunteer in Karakol draws to a close. 5 and a half months and I'm soon heading off again with a smile on my face. I've made it an art, this life on the road.
To be tagged under 'LIFE' soon!