fair to middlin’
i’m always intrigued by the endless variety of ways that people travel. from those who pack giant makeup kits in their wheeled hardsiders and watch weeks worth of soap operas hanging out at the backpackers, to those who make it their personal mission to see how long they can go without a shower, carry only an extra pair of undies, hitchhike across large landmasses, and think wearing brightly coloured woven clothing = “going native”. we’ve met people who’ve taken ten months to do the same routes we’ve done in in four, and we’ve met people who’ve been on the road for more than 2 years and don’t know when they’re going home. we’ve met people who called thailand/oz/nyc a “round the world trip”, and people who *only* go to the most obscure and difficult countries they can find. there are people doing the luxury packages, and people who are working their way from one city to the next. it takes all kinds i suppose, and i always end up feeling that we fall somewhere squarely in the middle – not too long, not too short, not too hard, not too soft. just right – for us, anyway. i find it strangely comforting.
i suppose it all comes down to different strokes for different folks. some might call our middle of the road approach boring. i call it anything but.
