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In Reflection of Chalker Trippin
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My journey has ended. The foot infection I was experiencing for the last few days has subsided thanks to some TLC from my nurturing mom, concerned sisters, caring aunts and the good doctor cousin Bird at the family reunion in Wisconsin. I am back in Cali looking for a job to reverse the flushing of my bank account. I am trying to resettle in as smoothly as possible. It's a mess of organizing the old housing situation, finding a car, and fixing forgotten tickets. What a pain in my now more slender neck? It's a struggle to get back in the system when you just drop and sell everything to travel for months on end. Was it worth it? I would do it all again in a heart beat.
The past ten months wandering around the globe living out of my rucksack has defined me as a traveler. This trip has taken me to ancient ruins on high mountains to catching my best waves in crystal clear waters over coral reefs to camping alone in desolate deserts to nodding and laughing completely clueless in the tiny kitchen of friendly strangers to hovering over a scary looking hole in the ground with no toilet paper to sleeping in a hammock in the middle of primary jungles to panicking with two other grown men locked in a cage on a ferris wheel ride gone wrong to eating tangy mystery meats to walking around lost (again) well past midnight armed with a brick to being a jungle gym for a brave monkey to catching another most beautiful sunset to sharing memories of a lifetime with a random stranger turned new friend. Oh the wonders of life on the road do make me smile.
The best memories of the trip were not just because of the people, the places, or the things I experienced. It was due to the singularity of being in the moment. When I completely wrapped my senses and focus on who I was with, the places I saw, or the thing I was doing, those moments stand out as the moments when I felt the most freedom or connection with my surroundings. For example, I was sitting completely alone on top of a red sand dune looking out at Uluru across the desert as the sun was setting turning to dusk. I was moved to a tear or two at the experience not because I was lonely but at the feeling of freedom from the vast expanse before me. The outlook I choose was freedom not loneliness. That is the one thing that travelling seemed to enhance in me. The importance of choosing how to percieve everything around to enhance the present moment.
The photos I have uploaded are some of my favorites. More thumbnails ...
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