Going walkabout
by Vinay Gupta • March 28, 2012 • Everything Else • 1 Comment
I am thinking of going walkabout. Virgin have a round the world air ticket which gives 29,000 air miles for a bit over a thousand pounds. Enormous flexibility, you can do damn near anything their network goes, and while some serious craft is required on the booking front (so much choice) the deal is Pretty Good.
Why? I don’t know. I can’t seem to get settled anywhere in the world. I was happiest wandering in America, backpack and social network, occasionally spending weeks camping alone in the back country, the infamous hobo sections, Burning Man, the world. I am a traveller.
But although I’ve crawled over many, many inches of America (sometimes literally) I’ve never done the rest of the world – didn’t get to Africa, only a touch of South America, haven’t been to India since I was three. Even my Europe is pretty limited! And then there’s China to consider.
To simply pick up and go, repack the life into a carry on bag, and take off. I suspect I could pick up quite a bit of perspective along the way, maybe make some notes for a book, meet a lot of interesting people.
I’m failing to ground in London, and while I love Ireland, it’s cold. I’m going to head back there for the summer 90% odds, but I’m not wintering in a cold country this year, it’s just not good for me.
So it may be time to take the show on the road, go see some of the world, and learn what’s out there.
I really want to go.
There’s also a certain “last chance to see” quality to a lot of this, too, that the world won’t look this way long, and I’d like to have seen these places before gas gets too expensive, I get too old, and life gets too complicated. And I travel well.
Perhaps its time.
That’s an incredible deal.
I don’t like the cold either. Obviously we are tropical creatures (measure the temperature under clothing). My 18 months in Guatemala impressed me greatly.
If you’re not feeling Ireland, why not go to Kerala, which you made sound great? Or Madagascar, David Graeber’s anarchist stomping grounds? Or any place people actually have to stay on their toes like mammals rather than simply succumb to fizzy lifting electronica and the obvious undeniable pain is right in front of your eyes rather than several thousand kilometers away? Godspeed.
And, no matter where you go, there you are.