Oh my goodies dear readers, I have not put in an appearance
in soooo long. I’ve been a bit busy (lots of travel, situation: normal), a bit
down in the dumps for reasons I can’t even put my finger on, a bit too busy
with crazy full work rosters and also just zero-ly motivated to write anything
at all.
But now I am back. Sure is nice to have a span of days off
that lasts more than five minutes! And the number one thing on my to do list
was blog. In capital letters. Second only on the list to my mountains of
laundry (of which I did three loads this morning and my washing basket is still
not empty…I think some things are just going to live in there for life and
never get washed. Clearly I never wear them anyways).
Like I said, I have been a little down in the dumps lately
and I couldn’t even tell you why, because I don’t know myself, but yesterday as
I was feeling sorry for myself on the way home from an eleven day stint at
work, I began thinking of things I should be grateful for, and things I should
appreciate as a ways of slapping myself out of my self pity mode.
And of course my mind immediately turned to travel (again,
situation: normal). I had a think that even though the last two years of my
life have a lot of the time been pretty shithouse, I am so fortunate that the
rest of the time I’ve been able to travel to some freaking incredible places,
and have some pretty incredible experiences and met some bloody incredible
people, and for that I am forever lucky. Heck, ever since I started travelling
overseas seriously in 2009, I have gone to some amazing places.
Some places I have been to are true bucket list experiences.
Some were bucket list worthy and I didn’t even realise they were until I was
there. That they should’ve been on my bucket list all along. Visiting Anne
Frank House in Amsterdam and actually moving aside the bookcase and climbing up
the narrow staircase/ladder to the secret annexe where the Frank’s hid from the
Nazi’s for two years was an example of this.
But further than that I have climbed the Eiffel Tower,
scaled the Sydney Harbour Bridge, sailed through the canals of Venice on a
gondola, been inside the Statue of Liberty, walked the Freedom Trail, stood
amongst the snow on the highest mountain in Europe, toured Wimbledon, walked
through Kensington Palace, touched the Berlin Wall, been mere metres from dolphins
in the middle of the Ionian, watched the sun rise over Angkor Wat, seen the
largest sitting Buddha in the world in Hong Kong, walked across the Golden Gate
Bridge and back again and done the same with the Brooklyn Bridge, taken a
helicopter over the Grand Canyon, toured the iconic Sydney Opera House and
Radio City Music Hall, been stunned into silence at Pearl Harbor, walked the
Las Vegas strip, felt infinitely small next to the enormous rock faces of Yosemite
National Park, stood in front of the White House, walked amongst the ruins of
the Acropolis, thrown a coin into the Trevi Fountain, toured through Changi
Prison, ‘held up’ the Leaning Tower of Pisa, explored an Amish town in rural
Pennsylvania, walked over the remains of Pompeii, snorkelled in the crystal waters
off Thailand and Vietnam and driven across Australia.
How can I possibly think I am not leading a fortunate life
when I have done all those things? And when I can continue to do all those
things almost on a monthly basis due to my job, the fact I spend 99% of my
money on travel and due to this terrible affliction I suffer from called
wanderlust?
I can’t. I am very lucky. I may not have heaps of friends, a boyfriend, my own house, be free of a HECS debt or living a life of luxury, but I have my passport, a camera and a thirst for adventure so what else could I possibly need?
And I’m going to write about every single one of those adventures, plus a few other random things I come across or have an opinion about, so keep coming back to visit my blog and I will be updating as often as possible for you all.
And I’m going to write about every single one of those adventures, plus a few other random things I come across or have an opinion about, so keep coming back to visit my blog and I will be updating as often as possible for you all.
Your grateful traveller,
Jorgs
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| Worshipping the sun and the sea in Nha Trang, Vietnam, earlier this year |
Woohooo! I'm sorry you've had a rough run lately, but you sure have done a lot of travelling when you write it out like that!
ReplyDeleteDouble lucky Larissa - you're doing the wanderlust bit at an age when you still can just take off and go - and are fit enough to DO strenuous physical stuff! Now I can (and do) travel - but I'm past doing it on my own, and not physically up for some of the things I'd really love to do like horse trekking in Kyrghyzstan ... As far as the down in the dumps bit - maybe the blues will go if you can just hang out at home for a few days, sleep in a bit and let your body catch up with itself :)
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