Sitting still doesn’t come naturally to me. After a day of relaxing on a beach, my feet start twitching, and I’m ready to get up and start exploring.
All the travelling to reach new destinations can sometimes take it’s toll. I don’t even want to think about the ludicrous amount of hours I’ve spent waiting at airports or train stations; the number of times I’ve rushed in a panic to catch a flight; the amount of delays that have frustrated me, and the hours of sleep I’ve lost to jet leg; the irritation of bartering over prices for a local taxi, tuk tuk or bus; the air miles I could have earned if only I had been clever enough to sign up in the first place; and all the plane food I’ve consumed (and yes, I’m one of those rare few people who actually enjoys plane food. It’s food…what’s not to like?!).
But I love it. I love it all.
I love getting on a plane and watching the ground below fading into the distance as we jet off to a new destination. I love carting my suitcase or backpack around even though I can hardly pick it up because it’s twice the size of me. I love getting up ridiculously early for a morning flight even if that means dealing with a grumpy husband! I love walking for hours and getting lost along the way. I love trying to fit in with the locals, getting local transport and making new friends, even if they do try to rip us off for the price of a 2 minute ride.
As the saying goes “It’s the journey, not the destination”, so here are some of my favourite moments on the move…