I have always had passion for travelling. I am not sure though when I developed my interest for trekking. But once I did, I never looked back. I always thought “mountains are calling and I must go”. I loved that smell, I loved the spectacular view from every location I camped at, I loved that Maggie much more than I made it in my kitchen. I belonged there somehow.
But certainly I am not the one who will leave my promising career to travel. But I will make sure that I do not have a single leave left in my account at the end of the year.
I have travelled in sleeper class of train to business class of flight; In a private taxi to an ordinary state roadways bus. I have stayed in a five star hotel and also in a dormitory or a tent or a bunker. I am not sure if I will ever be able to explain what I get out of it but surely certain lifetime experiences.
With travelling, I learnt to value things in the first place. Once on a trek, we were caught in the middle of icefall, my life didn’t flash infront of me like it would have had happened in a movie but I went numb. And then I realized what I could have lost. I realized to appreciate what I have. I learnt to be happy. Cutting off from the world gives you time to think. It detoxifies your soul. It’s like getting high for me. I would forget every other thing and focus on being me without actually focusing.
Travelling in such remote places teaches you to trust people with all your heart. It leaves you stark naked when you open up to someone or to yourself for that matter. No masks, no hidden agendas, no ulterior motives. Sometimes it goes as basic as a survival fight and then you understand, this is what the truth is. Unprotected truth.
And probably that’s why I travel. To get high on life…