Life on the road happens fast. One day you’re at McDonald’s happily hogging their free WiFi and chomping chicken nuggets ….
And the next day you’re in the bush being terrorized by little blood-sucking fiends (bugs, mostly), wishing your mobile phone had just one more bar of signal to allow a connection to Facebook.
While traveling, a good chunk of each day is spent finding a place to sleep (and maybe a shower), assessing the cleanliness of underwear, figuring out how much vital stuff got left behind at the place you stayed last night, and divining feasts from random food stuffs. Picture this: toast, baked beans, wilting broccoli and half a chocolate bar. Yum! (Don’t get me wrong, I do love wandering the world despite the lack of creature comforts and hollowed out writing time!)
While I have settled in one place for months at a time during my travels, something distinct I have noticed about my lifestyle is the development of a spectacularly distorted sense of time much like a Dali painting:
Days feel likes weeks, weeks like months, and months like years. And six years abroad still feels like a 10-day holiday that is about to end soon.
Truthfully, so much can happen quite quickly while travelling, and, in effect, a week can hold more upsets and triumphs than some people experience during a normal year of life.
The silver lining: the steaming pile of shit life has offered up today will likely be wiped away by a positively amazing experience tomorrow:
The trouble is: while there is always comfort in knowing the struggles of yesterday will pass, the thrills of today can slip away just as innocuously ….
Yet still, as a traveller I keep moving forward in hopes of living the dream that guides my little heart.