Writing about my new outlook on family holidays last week opened the memory bank of travel experiences, which then lead me to the below post I wrote a couple of years ago.
“I am not the same, having seen the moon shine on the other side of the world.”
– Mary Anne Radmacher
A couple of months ago I posted a brilliant TEDtalk from Jill Shargaa about using ‘awesome’ for what it is worth.
I admitted at the time that I throw around the word “awesome” with little contemplation on the level of “awe” involved.
Last night I was cleaning up my digital images (what a pain in the ass that is, why don’t I organise them properly at the time) and I began to think of all the things I have done in my life so far that really are awesome.
Moments truly deserving of the word.
April 2006 – Northern Thailand
After completing a four-day trek through the hills of Northern Thailand I felt so accomplished and worldly. Totally free.
Also amazed that I had survived a trek that I had severely underestimated!
I remember at one point, my foot slipped down the side of a hill we were single filing around, my backpack and sleeping mat toppled down my arm nearly flipping me over with it. I received a supportive ”
I received a supportive “whoooaaaa” from my fellow trekkers who watched me pull myself back together with wide eyes.
We stayed at several remote villages along our trek, sleeping on bamboo mats in open shack type settings. The lifestyle of the people was so far removed from my own at home and I felt like I was really in the depths of an awesome experience.
I didn’t love my time in Paris.
It was at the end of a long working trip and I had tacked on some extra time to see the sights because why wouldn’t you!
I was so tired from my travels prior that I really didn’t engulf myself in the city but one night will stay with me forever.
I chose to go on a night cycling tour which took you past all the picture-perfect Paris sights with the atmosphere that I expected from the movies.
The climax of the night for me wasn’t the Eiffel Tower all lit up, nor was it the accomplishment of riding a bike for hours on end and not getting killed by a Parisian motorist. It was the moment when we rode across Pont des Arts bridge, the one with the thousands of “love locks” that adorn the sides. Riding through all the groups of young Parisians, smoking their cigarettes, drinking bottles of wine and speaking about some underground band they saw the night before (ok I made that bit up, I don’t speak french, but I’m sure it would have been something cool like that). Riding straight into the Cour Carree and around the lit up Louvre Pyramid.
It took my breath away and I felt so privileged. I can not recommend doing this enough!
I went out on a bike the next day too and it was good, but nothing like at night.
January 2005 – Waikiki, Hawaii
After gaining my independence from a long-term relationship (well, I had actually moved back into my parents place so maybe independence isn’t the right word) I jumped straight onto a plane solo to the USA.
After traveling around the States, I had a final stopover in Hawaii. I decided that it would be my splurge and I would spend some hard-earned cash on the cheapest room I could get with full ocean views over Waikiki! I found my teeny tiny room at a hotel with no pool. Not that I cared for swimming in a pool, I spent each day walking the streets of Waikiki and Honolulu.
I had my view and Hawaii lived up to all stereotypical expectations. When I first stepped out onto my balcony, fresh flower lei around my neck, I could hear someone playing a ukulele down on the beach. Authentic!!
I completely found what I was looking for on this last little stopover before heading back to Australia. Me!
April 2012 – Mackay, Queensland
Not like I had a choice, he was coming out anyway, but no awesome list can be complete without me putting on the birth of my son.
It scares the crap out of me that in the not too distant future I am going to have to do it all over again but I know I can. I also know how much it hurts, but I survived! Can you tell I am already having a little internal dialogue over it all. Ha!
I have never forgotten that pain and the horrible-ness of the first 8 weeks or so (for me anyway, I know of people who must have been on some serious drugs and thought it was all fine) but here we go again. I signed up for it and I honestly can’t wait.
Awesomeness is definitely growing a baby inside of your body and then shooting it out your body without anything more than grade 10 science under your belt!
I would love to hear about your awesome adventures. Tell me about them in the comments.