Musings on Travel and Life
The last months have been brutal. I’ve seen many injustices, but watching Israel create a famine on purpose hit me in a raw, visceral place. I remembered how much I’d eaten as a child, a high energy boy who liked running and stayed thin no matter what. I remembered how my parents had found my …
Trigger warning–this is a VERY grim read. I wanted to write about travel and nature and musings on life, but I felt like as a writer I should use whatever little platform I had to speak against a genocide. This will be very different than the rest of the blog… People are starving to death …
Zero kilometers. I hold the sign and savor the coolness of the metal. I’m done. Actually done. Not done for 20 minutes while I eat lunch. Not done for the night. Not even done for the night and the next day, while I take some time and rest. Done with the trip. I can do …
I wake early and check my Ipad. I’ve grown attached to it, over the last month. It’s been a loyal camera and diary and watch, through trials it was never made to endure. I’ve shoved in into the sand and water of my pack, protected by only a plastic bag, and I’ve exposed it to …
I feel a wave of apprehension as the ferry approaches land. For three hours I could tune out of my body, into the beauty of the coastline. I could gaze at fjords and cliffs and just appreciate them, without having to weigh them as obstacles. But now that the boat ride is over, I’m worried …