Musings on Travel and Life
Consciousness seeps in. It’s nice to laze, long minutes while sleep oozes from my limbs. And then I cross a motivation threshold, and I’d rather move. Leave tent, eat cous cous, pack up. It’s partly sunny and calm, some of the nicest weather of the trip. I move through the woods, swift and quiet. Past …
I’ve packed my camp. I want to make time today, and I should head out. But I want another trip up the mountain. I hiked to the cross yesterday, after wading to the end of the continent. It was cloudy, and the view was blocked. Now it’s nice, and I want to see what I’ve …
The bus shrinks into the distance. I’m 65 kilometers south of Punta Arenas, and 44 from Cabo Froward at the end of the continent. It’s a marathon in the wrong direction, and I’ll have to get there under my own power. But I’m finally free. Free of relying on others, free of planning and shopping …
I wake unwillingly, the third time in 24 hours. I’ve been in planes and airports a day now, and barely slept. It’s a brutal cycle. I’ll wake up to get something done, and stay wired until an hour before needing to move again. Then I’ll fade, tired enough to sleep despite the brutal light of …
My body is soggy with tiredness. It’s warm in the blankets, and cold outside. I was up late packing, then I couldn’t sleep when I needed it most. I drifted off an hour and a half ago, finally relaxed from the week of stress. And now I’m leaving my bliss to spend a day and …