Traveling can become repetitive.
Especially if you have been doing it the way I have done it. Nearly 18 months of continuous travel wears you down. Looking for a roof over your head every single night, eating what’s available (or isn’t), walking for miles with a heavy backpack in the burning sun (or freezing cold), hitching hundreds of rides, and meeting new people all the fucking time…
I mean, it’s just sad to hear my own voice telling the same story over and over and over again. Answering to the same questions for the thousandth time.
Traveling can become boring.
I could of course make it a bit more interesting for myself, by coming up with a new story each time I get on a new ride or meet a new person. But I’m just not that good of a
liar creative storyteller. I would mix things up and probably end up confusing myself, so I always stick to the same story.
Sometimes I wish I had a travel buddy, then we could take turns. You do the hitching and talking today. I just want to sit in the backseat and sleep. But then I would be stuck with this companion and lose all my freedom. So that’s why I’ve always continued alone. But traveling alone is tough. Always be on guard. Always being the one to raise my thumb. Always be the one to talk with the drivers. Always having to carry all your shit in the toilet with you…
I am tired.
Exhausted of it all. Endless coastline. Gorgeous deserted beaches at my doorstep. Coconut water galore. Sunshine every fucking day. I am just bored of all this. I mean what sane person wants to sip coconut juice in a hammock overlooking the Atlantic EVERY SINGLE DAY?
I have had it.
I need to get away from Paradise – a break from my break.
So, I decide it’s time to say sayonara to this place. This place being Brazil. And to South America in general. My Latin American Adventure has reached its final chapter.
It has been a crazy journey. When I set out, I had no idea what was going to happen. And now, looking back, I still can’t believe some of the shit that did happen. For example, getting a kiss in a pickup, crossing that freaking Darien Gap, BOLIVIA, and being chased away by the bat-shit-crazy ex, But boy, am I glad those things happened. It made my journey all the more memorable.
Pachamama – thank you for guiding me on the longest and toughest journey of my life. Hitching out of Cancun Airport that 23rd of September 2011, I had no clue as to where the road would take me. But now, hitching into Salvador Airport in Brazil nearly a year and a half later, I am so fucking proud of myself. For having persevered. For never giving up. For never losing hope. For never losing patience. For always staying positive. For saying fuck you to the people who told me not to hitch in Central & South America because it’s too dangerous for a solo traveling girl and go ahead and follow my heart and instinct and hitch all those fucking amazing (and a few less amazing) rides anyways!
What a privilege it was to wander the roads of this part of the world. I have seen so much beauty in the most unlikely of places. I will be back, but for now, I am lowering my thumb.