the backpack
when backpacking was over i was actually rather glad to be getting back to civilisation, to routine and most importantly to an english speaking country. mind you my last stop was paris so that clearly explains the english thing.
i was glad to not have to be moving every third day and not have to live out of my 15kg backpack that was clearly doing funny things to my knees. my back was well and truly broken by this stage and the pain was starting to feel normal.
but now that i have nothing better to do with my time than think back on "the good ol' days" which were about 3 months ago i want it all back. i hear of others heading out to travel and i have itchy feet yet again. i miss being the ignorant english speaking tourist who forgot to do their homework and has no idea how to say thank you in whatever be the language. i miss being able to get away with taking photos of random buildings that the locals recognise as the rubbish dump. i miss having no idea what you've just ordered - and that sense of achievement you feel when your food actually turns out to be pretty decent. mind you with my indecisiveness i still dont know what im ordering. i miss having to wash my clothes in the sink. i miss the conversations of: ooh look at that. what is it. i dunno but its cool. yeah it is. cool - JETSTAR!!
some would say that im still travelling - which is probably quite true.
but the difference of doing it out of a backpack - dude.. i miss the backpain.
i was glad to not have to be moving every third day and not have to live out of my 15kg backpack that was clearly doing funny things to my knees. my back was well and truly broken by this stage and the pain was starting to feel normal.
but now that i have nothing better to do with my time than think back on "the good ol' days" which were about 3 months ago i want it all back. i hear of others heading out to travel and i have itchy feet yet again. i miss being the ignorant english speaking tourist who forgot to do their homework and has no idea how to say thank you in whatever be the language. i miss being able to get away with taking photos of random buildings that the locals recognise as the rubbish dump. i miss having no idea what you've just ordered - and that sense of achievement you feel when your food actually turns out to be pretty decent. mind you with my indecisiveness i still dont know what im ordering. i miss having to wash my clothes in the sink. i miss the conversations of: ooh look at that. what is it. i dunno but its cool. yeah it is. cool - JETSTAR!!
some would say that im still travelling - which is probably quite true.
but the difference of doing it out of a backpack - dude.. i miss the backpain.
posted by iamwonks at 1:32 AM
2 Comments:
i'm back, girl - and infinitely glad for the mass postings :) but (as you've recognised), if i didnt know better, i'd head out to city GJs and look for you - you SO sound like the retired traveller!!!!!
hehe~ lets go to scotland!! =) except i dont have those humungabunga backpacks...
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