Now that the introductions are over, let’s get to the nitty gritty. This is not one of those autobiographical-as-it-happens blogs, this is just my celebration of life, the parts of me that I choose to share, not a bit more. Now as the name of the blog and my confession in the About section warned you, I want to travel. Need to travel.
I am one of those weirdos (to most people, other than those who actually think like me) who like to travel alone. I love it! Seriously. And I love airports! Train stations, not so much but then we’re talking about the Indian railway system which does not have a sanitation carriage, moving septic tank holder thingy. I’m not entirely sure how train toilets work in other countries (because I’ve never been on a train elsewhere) but the contents don’t surely just drop down a hole onto the tracks. Have I made you retch? Yes, well, now you know why I don’t like trains so much. BUT, they are cheaper so……in a pinch…
Yes, so I love to travel alone. I like having breakfast in airports, watching planes land and take off through the massive sheets of glass. I love finding a table and chair where I can sit down, open a book and try to make my butter croissant last for more than a few glutton-y seconds and sip on a hot piping cappuccino. I like watching people in airports, what they’re doing, what they’re reading, even the ones who are so intent on getting from point A to B that they’ll just clickety clack on their laptops and not even look up. Airports are melting pots sort of, aren’t they? There will always be people of all kinds, from many places, going to many places. It makes me happy.
Now, I’ve never done the single female backpacking kind of trip. I’ve always had a destination to get to at the end of the flight. The travel I am talking about here is the from one place to another kind. But I do hope that I will soon be able to properly do the travel alone deal. I think it can teach people a lot about themselves, the chance to go to a new place and have no-one with them but themselves. Well, for me at least, I know I’d like it. Not all the time, but sometimes. I’ve heard it said that doing something or achieving something is not worthwhile unless there’s someone to witness it. Sort of like the ‘if a tree falls in the forest and there’s no-one around, does it still make a noise?’ debate. That’s a little silly to me though, if you were to stand at the point where the sky and ocean extend as far as the eye can see, and the sun was setting, painting the sky in incredibly harmonious shades of yellows, pinks, oranges and reds, would the beauty diminish if you had no-one around you? Not for me. I think I’d be moved to tears by the magnificence of it all, especially with no-one beside me.
Ah, who knows? Maybe I am a weirdo after all! But a weirdo who likes to travel and that’s gotta be a good thing, isn’t it?
How about you? Do you like travelling alone? Is it something you enjoy or reluctantly put up with?