Hello Lost Ones,
It’s been quite a while since I posted on the blog. Though, with a two-week long insane road trip around India, and then bouncing around India to places with non-existent wi-fi, and then throw in big tremors felt from the Nepal earthquake, getting any writing done has been hard.
So, firstly, I apologize.
The big goal while on the Rickshaw Run a couple of weeks back was to live blog and live tweet/gram/vine all the action. What happened? Well, much of that didn’t happen. The team made a point to tweet or post photos to Instagram when possible, but driving through northern India — which roads tend to resemble a battlefield of gaping potholes — there was almost no reception. And when we would pull into a hotel, most places offer paid wi-fi at high prices that 90% of the time failed to work anyway.
Live blogging was an impossible feat.
Also, nightly, we were supposed to film brief recap videos about that day to supplement a bit until videos were edited, but with the state of wireless internet in India being the way it is, uploading a 5-10 minute video always failed. After filming and editing a couple of these recap videos and attempting to post them, nothing ever worked and we always found ourselves days past that specific recap, leaving it useless to post. So they weren’t posted.
Then there is the physical toll of the trip.
While driving across India in a Rickshaw, you run into all sorts of issues. Cows or goats or bricks or trucks always in your way. And whatever other obscure obstacle you can think up. Accidents were always a near miss. Sickness. Dehydration. Bandits. Yes, Bandits. There were some days where we would leave at 5am to get an early start, thinking we would eat at some point mid day and stock up on supplies, but usually we drove 12-16 hours per day with minimal stops, minimal eating, and would arrive completely mentally and physically exhausted. The only desire at that point was a shower from all the dust and grime and gasoline on you, and sleep. There were a couple of times that I suffered illnesses or a severe bout of dehydration that was crippling. So, to put it briefly, the Rickshaw run was physically and emotionally and mentally taxing — more than we had expected.
Even sandstorms were thrown in…
Although we were unable to meet the goals we had set for blogging on the Rickshaw Run, we did record multiple terabytes of footage, and have hundreds of photos to share. Now it is just the task of organizing and editing them. But, all of that insanity will be making an appearance on this blog soon enough.
For the past couple of weeks after the race, I tried to sit down and write or edit, but my mind was so fried from the race, that I couldn’t conjure up a sentence. Everything was blank. I needed a couple of weeks to relax and get to the point where I could go back through photos and footage and experience the journey again, because while driving, your only concern is survival. Looking back on the race is being able to actually experience it now.
Goa has been my little retreat for the past week, with a big private bungalow to call home and a beach to escape to. I don’t normally have “vacation” like travel moments where I sit on the beach and sip cocktails, but that is exactly what I’ve done all week. Mindlessly watching the waves lap onto the sand and eating great seafood and not thinking about anything has helped me reset my brain, and now I’m feeling enough energy and mental capacity to write again.
Also, I have some exciting things to announce!
Sometimes, or quite often, a life on the road will throw you curveballs — and you have to react on the fly. My original travel plans after the Rickshaw Run was to link up with Derek in Nepal, explore the rest of India, and then move on to traveling through all 7 ‘Stan countries. I didn’t expect to have a few budget issues arise. Without going into much detail, some unexpected costs have arisen and hit my travel budget hard, and though I still have enough money to travel the ‘Stans, I’d come out without anything left to keep going. Also, meeting up with Derek was a failure because of the immensely sad tragedy that struck Nepal, killing more than 6,000 people and leaving the country in shambles. Luckily, Derek was fine even while in the capital that was leveled, but for me to enter the country in the days that followed turned out to be impossible and not recommended at all. With that, and now not having enough funds to travel the ‘Stans and be well enough afterward, I’ve decided to make a decision.
I’m moving to Australia!
Tonight, on a whim, I submitted my Work Visa application for Australia. That country had nearly been my first country, but last minute I chose New Zealand. Ever since, I’ve always considered spending a year or more in the country working and exploring. Now, hopefully, I’ll have that chance. After being lost as to what to do, or where to go now, and how to have an income, I followed a few signs. Over the past month or so, I’ve met handfuls of people that happened to have lived in Australia and worked there, and all they could do is gush about how much they loved it. And up until tonight, I hadn’t connected the dots.. Sometimes, the universe sends signals and I saw tonight just how many signals about Australia I had received. It will, given my approval, give me an opportunity to stay abroad, while having an income, and save up for the next adventure. I’ve heard so many amazing things about Australia, and though some have found finding work hard, I am confident in my ability and drive and the fact that I can live on a few dollars a day when need be.
I felt like all of you deserved an update as I start writing again. On the blog in the next couple of weeks I’ll be posting plenty about the agonies and ecstasy of the Rickshaw Run and traveling around India, so keep your eyes peeled. In the meantime, please email me with any questions or if you also have advice about Australia!