What can a travel writer write about when no one can travel? With borders internationally, and even statewide closed due to the global pandemic, it seems that all we do is stay put.
For the past 5 years, I have constantly been in a state of being away travelling or looking forward to the next time that I go overseas.
So, what is there to look forward to now? And also, what the hell do I write about?
I realised the other day that I have so many fun stories from my travels to share. So that’s what I’ll be sharing here. Stories from times that I’ve had in the past whilst we wait until I can create more memories.
The first of our reminiscence comes from my time in India. I went to the north of India, Rishikesh, in January of 2016 to complete my yoga teacher training in the hills of the Himalayas.
A friend that I made on my first day in India, George, arrived at the school on one of my days off with a huge motorcycle he had hired for a few weeks. His plan was to ride up into the hills, however for this certain afternoon, he put a helmet on my head and we rode up the winding mountainside to a lookout.
It was incredibly special.
Just as we arrived, it began to rain. 10 minutes later when the storm passed over to the next mountain, we were left with this raw crispness in the air. I have never looked out over so many mountains in my life. It was spectacular.
Lightning was striking the mountain next to us as well. Such a special performance by nature.
It was a moment in which I felt really free. We just went and rode around in such a foreign place with no sense of belonging, and therefore, no responsibility.
The excerpt I share with you from my journal says this –
It looks like a painted set that you could just tap over. In every direction there were these mountains that went on forever. Every shade of blue was there. … I just can’t put it into words – the feeling of being on the top of that mountain. Nothing has quite taken away my breath like that in a while.6th March 2016