THE POST TRAVEL BLUES
I had been sitting at my desk, looking through a long list of topics to write about. All of them have sparked some interest at some point. Some I have sketched rough outlines for while others I have launched enthusiastically into the introduction with a giant middle finger to any kind of method or plan.
At the moment though, I am hesitant to touch any of them. I try to lace my writing with my dry sense of humour because it is an essential part of who I am and I enjoy wandering through the world laughing at it, and sometimes with it. However at present I’m struggling to find that spark of amusement. To put it simply, I’m in a bit of a mood. Some might say I’m sulking, to which I would respond by patiently asking those people to take their opinions and shove them up their rears.
I returned home from the Philippines very relaxed, extremely tanned, and desiring only two things; a hot shower and the largest, juiciest steak I could find. That feeling stayed with me for a time as I shared my experience with every person who mistakenly asked how my holiday was, spent some time writing blog articles for those that didn’t ask about it, and uploaded photos for people who didn’t want to read about it. I was floating on the leftover ecstatic feeling of travel.
Then it all came crashing down around me.
I have a good mate in Honduras, let’s call him Mike, because that’s his name. Mike is one of my oldest and coolest friends. However, he has been chatting to me about how amazing it is living on Roatán, and how great it would be to visit and go diving. Island life is good. They have a nice place, the food is great and the locals are cool. Unfortunately I couldn’t time it right and he’ll be out of there before I can head over. Right now I think Mike is a prick. I know he’ll read this. I’ll make sure of it.
Early last week, a friend reminded me she was escaping springtime in Edinburgh and heading to Madrid for a long weekend with a few friends. “That sounds lovely.” I said. “Hope you have a great time. Let me know what it’s like.” I was able to keep a fairly level voice as I mouthed each filthy lie, while furiously kicking my pack across the room, leaving a trail of museum ticket stubs, old boarding passes and foreign coins.
It is fairly normal for me to be meeting travellers, tourists and temporary residents, but I seem to be running into them more than normal. A lovely German girl I would see most mornings disappeared a week ago, back into the world to carry on with her travels. My housemate had a leaving party on Friday night as she’s off to Europe for three months later this week. I chatted to a friendly, albeit drunk, group from the United States on the weekend, down in Sydney for a year. My friends everywhere are talking of Thailand, Guatemala, India, China, Russia or Brazil. I was being driven crazy.
Finally I’ve realised the real source of my discontent. I have a bad case of post travel blues and no future travel booked. Well, other than a long weekend in New Zealand. Ok, yes some would argue that is technically travel, but as I fly there every couple of months, I don’t count it. I have nothing except dreams and fantasy…and a short trip to see my parents.
Dreams and fantasy will not work for me. I need something solid, something concrete. I need to read those two perfectly alluring words in my inbox: Booking Confirmation.
So, quite literally, where on earth do I go now? I feel the urge, the itch, to pack a bag and disappear, if only for a week or so. I have been clicking and dragging and zooming my way around the world on Google Maps looking for ideas.
Do I stay in Australia? I could fly to Melbourne and drive the Great Ocean Road over a few days, then fly back to Sydney from Adelaide. Tasmania won a whisky award so I could spend a few days finding out why. Or should I look further afield, maybe Indonesia? Much of SE Asia will be going through rainy season for the next few months, though that has never stopped me before. What about Europe? It will likely be August or September before I get there. A nice late summer trip might be exactly what I need.
Ahh the planning!! I will have to find somewhere soon or the poor people around me will start to suffer; more than they do already. If you feel you have some great ideas, please tell me!! Help me out here. A winter in Sydney with nothing to look forward to, except trips to New Zealand to see my parents. I know, I’m a spoilt shit.