June 27th, 2013
Although time is the metronome of the
Universe, perception interprets the beat. From my perspective, the sands of
time dropped at a peculiar pace throughout the month of June. The days seemed
short on hours; the hours built of too few minutes. Although June is not yet
over, it goes without saying that I feel swindled out of a few whole days.
Where did all my time go?
Reflecting on the month, I realized that
each day was a fantastic story. Not that all stories were happy or even exciting
ones. But, each day had its cast of characters, problems to solve, solutions to
find, etc. I haven’t found the time to convert these experiences stories into a
written format. What a shame, but oh well. That opportunity has come and gone,
and now lives in a place called the past.
Supposedly the past exists, although I’ve
never been there. In fact I’ve never met anyone who has, yet almost everyone I
know is quite certain it exists. There is a general consensus that you’re not
supposed to regret anything that happens there. However learning from
the supposed past is a highly respected thing to do.
I’ve learned that writing about travel
while travelling is more difficult than I expected. Also, I haven’t given up on
the idea that I’m simply lazy and undisciplined; a procrastinator
extraordinaire. It’s probably a bit of both, but one problem I can do something
about, and one I can’t.
For much of June, I was ensnared in
logistical time-sucks (where it went is anyone’s guess), and I was also engaged
in more tiring forms of travel (think riding a motorcycle 10 hours a day while
battling acute mountain sickness). However, now it is now, and all is well. I’ve
safely completed my journey from New Delhi to Leh, and am feasting on alpine
panoramas, and a tasty masala milk tea.
The trip here was incredible, and I
traversed the most awe inspiring landscapes I’ve ever seen. Such experiences
are famously hard to capture in words or pictures; that is unless you were born
Ansell Adams or David Thoreau. Suffice it to say, it was pretty. However I will
try, against all vanity, to convey my experience of a Tans Himalayan motorcycle
journey to willing readers… as soon as I find that missing time.
Until then…
Afterward:
I’m pressing on with more adventuring to
fairly remote regions where, hopefully, the motorcycle and my sanity will quit
breaking down. I’m with my couchsurfing host from New Delhi, the cheerful and
sage Dr Girish. He rode as my passenger for the most difficult 500Km from
Manali to Leh, and he kept me laughing and smiling though the many breakdowns. We've
got a week or so of mis(adventure) planned before he has to get back to work. Let’s
go!
Andrew and all who travel wondering, I feel acutely it is time well spent.
ReplyDeleteYour written story is deeply appreciated.
Just wish I didn't have to spend so much time figuring out how to post comments here. :)