Round The World trip my arse...
Trip Start Oct 06, 2004
324Trip End Ongoing
A few years later, setting out to fulfill my dream, my travel partner couldn't make it (I guess it was my dream after all), so I ended up going solo. My plans were now much more loose than the fat document I handed my friend a few years earlier, but I still had high hopes to see most of Latin America (at least the main attractions and cities I have always wanted to visit) as well as New Zealand and parts of Asia. As we all now know, that didn't happen. Instead I spent all my time in Latin America. And now, sitting here in my parents house back in Norway, I wouldn't have had it any other way. I have no regrets whatsoever, it's been the best 467 days of my life (no big surprise there I guess). I am sure I probably would have said the same thing if I had rushed a bit more through Latin America, and therefore also managed to include parts of New Zealand and Asia, but at least I did it, I fulfilled my dream!!! I am XX years old, struggling with the crossword puzzle as well as "gebisset", and at the same time looking back at my stay on this planet. What are some of my fondest memories...? I tell you, there's no way I could have skipped doing this trip, I would have never forgiven myself and surely it would have been one of my biggest regrets ever
What now, is it back to the so-called reality, living the so-called normal life? To be honest I don't like using those words. I am far from a big consumer and I am pretty happy living the "suitcase-life". Guess I am kind of a restless soul after all, and this trip for sure hasn't changed anything. I do however like a bit of security, there's many much more adventurous travelers out there who I admire a lot, if I (pollo) was one of them I would have continued traveling tomorrow. I also realize that I need a few coins to live, and that often means work (I hoped to get ideas for a book called "How to get rich (in money) in 467 days" during my trip, but guess I just enjoyed the Mojitos too much). So it's back to the so-called grind for me, at least for now. But of course I won't stop traveling. You can't get rid of the travel bug when it's first gotten under your skin. It stays with you forever, of that I am certain. Now however, I'll get to discover the meaning of Post Travel Blues, and I don't like it one tiny bit.
So would I do it all over again? In a heartbeat!!! Just let me be your Vagabond Proxy (maybe I tell you one day what that means)...