Musings on Travel and Life
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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 …