Firstly I should say that I’m not better than you and I don’t think I know better than you. I just like to travel and write about it, after all the latter is something I’ve invested a considerable time to learn at the University of London.
I’m fond of bizarre local legends and stories in general as well as the real (no filter) people and real stuff. The term ‘real’ is, of course, relative. All things are real but some things are more real than others 😉 But here I’m talking about something that doesn’t compromise on its essence in order to gain popularity or something like that.
I also like Dubnobasswithmyheadman kinda atmosphere; epic landscapes; the smell of wood and grass being cut (not necessarily at the same time); colours of spring and autumn; sunsets and rises; empty beaches; old-narrow-curvy-hilly alley towns; smell and taste of coffee and cafés made and operated with love. To be honest, this list can go on and on…
…so last but not least, I like literature and world peace – both of these offer a lot of space for the imagination…
Overall, I’m however just yet another person who decided to quit their solid-ish job not to live in the box based on society’s values, parents’ hopes, and so on and I went off travelling around South and Central Americas, while at present I’m looking into options how to travel some more after I returned from that trip.
FYI, this move of mine is not as radical, as it might come across to some people. After all, it’s your life and you can do whatever you want to do with it if you have no real commitments. To chose what’s real and what’s not it’s entirely up to you, although it’s not always that easy. Chose life.
Anyway. Every day’s fun gives your soul vitamins and travelling provides it with minerals, it does, at least for me. While the lack of vitamins shows fast, low intake of minerals takes longer to take effect 😉 For me, it’s travelling and for others, it might be another activity that does the mineral-supply job. Some might even not seek those vitamins and minerals, after all, we’re all different, aren’t we? Chose life.
Sort of epilogue
I also really want to get stuck in a beach bar, the one with those palm leaves kinda roof above, during the tropical storm 😉 Once I was close though – a few years ago on the Secret Beach in Hoi An. That storm however only passed close by. So I have begun to contemplate the idea that if the storm doesn’t come to me – shall I come to the storm?))