Not everything is awesome

"How was your trip?"

"It was awesome. I was constantly sleeping in new places which were sometimes really uncomfortable, I really missed my family and friends, I ate way more processed food then I would have liked, I constantly had to be having the same conversations every time I met someone new, was sick of my clothes because they were the only things I had with me of the items I hadnt ruined, and I lost muscle and gained pudge!! It was great"

Don't get me wrong I have loved travelling, but it isn't all sunshine and rainbows. There are plenty of times I've had cravings for the normalcy of back home: cooking, teaching a class, drinks with friends, watching television, going to the gym. All of it is simple enough when at home but it's those little moments that are missed the most.

It's easy to get wrapped up in another persons travel adventure and fantasize about how amazing it is. Frankly, It is amazing. But, one should also remember that there are obstacles and issues along the way and to think that what you see on social media is 100% accurate of someone's life (travel, and daily living is applicable here as well) is naive.

I'm not taking shots at anyone. I just think it is important to note that although travelling is amazing and enriching, and wonderful it isn't that way all day everyday.

Fun fact: the straps on my sandals have a punishing scent anytime I remove them from my feet.
You're welcome.

Luck

It was January. I had arrived in the town of Taupo, New Zealand. I had specifically come to this town to hike the tongariro crossing which is considered by many to be one of the best hikes in the world. The hike has it all: over mountains, alpine lakes, stunning views, and even Mount Doom (from Lord of The Rings) is part of the hike. I had arrived at the hostel and checked in and when I went to book the shuttle for the next morning to the trail head I was told that it might not go.

Might not go?

I was told  it hadn't run that day because it was too windy and may not run tomorrow for the same reason. I could check back in a few hours when an updated weather report would come out.

Too windy?

I know many tourists show up to hikes under prepared but I've never heard of trails being closed because of wind.

I got anxious that it may not happen. It was the reason I was here. I wanted to be lucky and for the weather to cooperate. So, I went back hours later and was told they aren't sure but I can book a spot and call the automated service at 4am to confirm it is rolling. I did just that.

It's running! Trail is open! I get to do the hike!

I sleepily but excitedly got my belongings together to be ready for the very early pick up time (5am, I think it was.) I got into the bus loaded full of other people with the same thoughts as me and we were off.  Many people fell asleep on the ride there.

45 minutes into the drive and rather suddenly, the bus pulled over. After a pause that felt like 20 minutes that was in reality about 3 the woman at the front got on the intercom.
"We have to turn around. It's too windy."
My immediate internal reaction was cursing the previous hikers of the trail who were under prepared and needed rescue, ruining it for the rest of us who were prepared for the elements.

As the reality of the moment sunk in my mindset began to shift, partially because I willed it to. In travel, as in life, there is so much out of our control and we must simply accept these moments. Bad luck happens. No hike for me.

Early May. Victoria falls, Zambia. Before getting to Victoria falls the group I was with was told that the water level is higher then it has been in at least 7 years. We were told the falls will be even stronger and more incredible than normal.

I've wanted to go to Victoria falls ever since first watching 'The Amazing Race.' The show has been there a couple times, including episode 1 of season 1. I've since done research on the falls and was excited to see it.

The water was so high that some of the normal activities such as rafting were cancelled. As neat as rafting would have been, I was there for the falls. From what I was hearing from people who frequent the falls often, I was excited. First sight lived up to the hype.

The size and power to take in was amazing.

If you thought 'that's what she said' on that last sentence then high 5 to you. Anyways, the falls were magnificent. The cool thing about Victoria falls is how close you can get. With a couple other people on the Zambian side of the falls we walked through and saw only a section of the falls. Even that section of the falls was surreal. You just see 180 degrees of falls gushing. The fact that the falls were so full made it that much more impressive. In fact the foot bridge, which I understand is usually slightly damp, couldn't be crossed without being drenched head to toe.

Drenched.

One of the girls I had passed walking had mentioned that a few guys had taken off their sandals and slid on the foot bridge because there was so much water. That sounded fun.

I was walking back and did exactly that. Sandals off and was sliding on my feet along this metal bridge. My imagination went one step further and I decided to baseball slide. I put the bag down and I ran across the bridge only to run back and slide on my stomach.
I did this multiple times.

I couldn't possibly have controlled the water level. But, in the same way you must accept disappointment when circumstances don't go your way you must seize the moments when lady luck is on your side. On the bridge, she was there and I had a blast.

Side note, she had last laugh as a reminder I'm helpless. In sliding around on the bridge acting like a young boy I ripped my shirt. The new shirt I had bought in cape town and had worn only 3 times.

Luck.

Time table

5:30 - alarm goes off. Already?
5:40 - get out of sleeping bag and begin packing up. Time to get moving

Get changed.
5:48 - go to toilet and take care of morning business, brush teeth. I wonder what the sunrise will look like today?
5:55 - make sure Thom is up and moving,  finish packing bag. No thoughts, just routine.
6:05 - pack up tent. Be quick I don't want to be last and strap down the mattresses.
6:15 - breakfast. I'm so glad there is coffee and yogurt. I miss yogurt.
7:00 -  on the truck and leaving the camp site. I'm sleepy
7:10 - drive on highway just after sunrise in rural Namibia. THIS IS INCREDIBLE!

Almost every single day in Namibia this was my morning routine and thought process. Namibia was one of the countries I was most looking forward to. It did not disappoint.
Namibia is one of the least densely populated countries on the planet and what it lacks in population it makes up for in raw beauty. I was part of a group tour that went through Namibia, as well as other countries, and was blown away by Namibia's landscape. I've been fortunate enough to have many moments on this trip where I got to think 'this is incredible' but only Namibia offered that thought to me day after day after day.

If you are ever wondering about where your next adventure should be if you want to avoid the tourists then rent an overland truck and drive Namibia. It's absolutely stunning.

Song

Chorus
I need to see you. Yes, I'll see you again
'Cause we all bleed. We all bleed red.
I don't know what's coming but I ain't fit to be dead.
So I sit, I endure, and I'll fight.
Take a stand.
As long as I'm breathing I can see the end, and so I raise my head
Why don't you call me your friend?

1
You dont know my name, yet you feed me pain, through the rain and the sun. Doesn't matter the day.
Obey, be afraid, feel the shame, it's no game.
This is life. Its a fight, and it's not right to take, away who I am like a thief in the night.

Chorus

2
We can start to rise up and fill the streets.
But real change will happen when you see me for me, and we all agree, to look past skin and deep, to the person inside, see humanity.
Diversity is strength and it's that in the end, that will unite us together: child, woman, and man.
To save us from hatred and save us from bland.
To see others in pain and have a hand you can lend.
To see another, and call them a friend

Chorus.


I've never written a song in my life. When I spent time in Cape Town and learning about the history of south Africa I of course learned about apartheid and slavery. With those thoughts fresh in my mind I was at an art gallery and saw pieces that came out of a growing anti-apartheid movement in the late 80's and early 90's. Walking through the gallery I saw a drum and words just were coming to mind in the form of a song. I started writing some down and what results is what you can read above. There is another verse I decided not to include because i dont like it when I 're read my work.