This morning I woke early after limited sleep to see my cousin/housemate off. He’s going on a two-week adventure and, although I could have slept through his departure, I preferred to get up and say goodbye.
B* is travelling to Papua New Guinea on a boys-own trip that will involve surfing, sand, fishing and no doubt some significant alcohol consumption.
And you should’ve seen his face as he rushed around the house gathering his things as the taxi waited outside.
He was grinning from ear to ear. The excitement was palpable and evident in every part of his body.
He was going on an adventure.
I loved seeing that look on B’s face. And I’m sure he will have an absolutely awesome time. Part of me was envious that I wasn’t going too – not that I’m a surfer by any means.
But it was the scent of adventure and travel that called me – the opportunity to explore the worlds of other cultures and above all, find my own way to a land that lies beyond the horizon. The chance to have an adventure lies tantalisingly in the distance.
And this year I’m going to do it.
I’m not sure how I’m going to get there, how I’ll pay for it, or where I’ll stay. But this year I will travel again. And just like all those times before, the experience will open my soul and expand my universe.
It’s time for some new adventures and today, I’m officially inviting them in.
In the meantime, I shall dream of places yet unseen and mysteries yet to unfold.