I started my “career” at the tender age of 21 on November 7th, 1994 in London. Wide-eyed, broke as all get out and thrilled at the thought of finally, finally being able call myself grown up. Flash forward 21 years and I’m thinking it might be time for a holiday. An adventure. You know, a gap year. Like everyone else had at 17. I think a break every 21 years is only fair.
Now I don’t have strong urge to sight-see with lots of people, and lying on beach sounds attractive for about 2 days, so I’m thinking a holiday would need to be more of an adventure. A trek. Something Wild-ish or Eat.Pray.Love (without the navel gazing). Something active, maybe a bit scary, definitely boundary pushing. Out of my comfort zone. Something that helps me figure out what I’m made of (other than tea bags).
Inspired by a colleague who recently took off to sail around the world, I pondered my options should I actually find a few weeks or months on my hands.
OPTION 1: A long long long hike. Like the Pacific Coast Trail. Or something a couple of hundred miles at least.
Pro: I’d have legs of steel, I like hiking and I have all the gear.
Con: Bears. Snakes, Mountain Lions. And weirdos who kill women on long hikes.
Pro: I could do it anywhere and it wouldn’t cost me tons of cash
Con: I could wind up dead from hypothermia, bear mauling or a bullet from a psycho
Pro: I might write an award-winning novel about finding myself which would get made into a movie starring someone you’ve never heard of because I don’t look like anyone on the TV
Con: Cheryl Strayed locked that shit up. And I can’t find a pen in an office. Never mind on a trail.
Conclusion: Potential for death = Medium. Cost= Low. Excitement Level = Low. After all.. its walking. A lot.
OPTION 2: A cross-country motorcycle ride. Like across a country. (UK excluded as I could probably do it in a day and it would rain the entire time).
Pro: See Ewan McGregor’s Long Way Down, and Long Way Round. Motorcycles. Camping. Exploring. Off-road. Awesome.
Con: I don’t know how to fix my bike and it only has a 130 mile gas tank. I’d be out of gas before I left my county. My longest ride this year was 75 miles.
Pro: Bike takes $7 to fill up.
Con: Bike tips over if I load it up with more than a laptop and me.
Pro: Bikes go faster than bears.
Con: Psychos can also ride bikes. Or drive into bikes. Or shoot at bikes.
Conclusion: Potential for death = High. Cost = Medium (my guzzi’s parts all need to come via Italy) . Excitement Level = AWESOME.
OPTION 3: India.. anywhere by train
Pro: Yoga. Indian Food. Indian People. Indian Culture. Plus they don’t use wheat flour.
Con: Ummmm??? Samosas?
Pro: Cheap. Like really cheap.
Con: Full of 17 year olds on their gap year smoking hash and talking about saving the world
Conclusion: Potential for death = Low. Cost = Medium (that flight isn’t going to buy itself), Excitement level = Medium/High (India!)
OPTION 4: Take six months to ponder options, solicit friends who actually do travel and plot new adventure which involves Indian food, minimal psychos and motorcycles.
Pro: Sensible, mature, thoughtful
Con: I’m not sensible.
So it looks like me and a bike in India if I find myself with some time on my hands.
India doesn’t have bears right?