And so it is, transition time again. That vague, ambiguous void of change and movement. Of transition and transformation from one place, adventure or chapter to the next. The period between that often gets passed over in the re-telling.
To quote a good friend of mine; travel is an adventure of “leaving a part of yourself behind, to create space in yourself to be added to”
In seventeen hours’ time I will be touching down in the haze, heat and humidity of Hong Kong. A lone, lanky traveller with my ‘snail’s shell’ life on my back.
As I’m finishing this post I’m sitting in the busy, semi organised chaos of Heathrow airport getting ready to once again wedge my lengthy frame into a glorified sardine can. Okay maybe that’s a bit harsh, but you try being 6ft something on a long haul flight.
It’s certainly hard to believe that almost four months ago I left New Zealand on a one-way ticket for an open ended adventure. Some short term and loose weave plans were laid but as I said in my very first post: “after that?” “I haven’t a clue”.
Four months of adventures strung together like so many rosary beads have now passed and more plans have emerged from the haze of the days after tomorrow.
When I set foot in Hong Kong it will be to put my proverbial snail shell down for three months while I work for Asia Pacific Adventures as part of their outdoor programme. Then all matters present and correct, come December I’ll be flying on to the country of my sister’s birth to break my four consecutive summers with a winter of epic proportions!
And so it is that the journey of losing and gaining will continue for some time yet. Losing the less and gaining the more. As you leave part of yourself behind in the places you move through and in the memories attached to those places. Leaving part of oneself behind to create space to be added to.
Thanks to all the incredibly epic people old and new who are been a part of the various adventures of the last four months. It’s always a pleasure!