I had an absolutely wonderful time doing this. 3,000 miles of things I won't forget, things I'll dwell upon, and none of it wasted on an empty heart. I gave it my all and then some, and gave it hell till the end.
I worked out my demons, for lack of a better term, and they are kept in their places: Always in the corners of my eyes till they can't be ignored any longer. They're tired, but far from dead, my eyes far from shifting.
I believe the paradigm has shifted for me. I'd hope that in my relentless evaluations and self-discoveries and growth rings and wrinkles over the past 5 years that the values I'd hold today would be far different than what was apparent when I hatched this scheme at 23.
A lot of travel and minimalistic living is self-discovery. I discovered, recovered, and buried more things in 2 months than I have in years. Deprive yourself of nothing but what you need and you will find everything that you don't.
One of the things I noticed is this:
Touring on the road has become a bore to me. The dangers faced on a rural highway are much in the same vein as those faced in a suburban white girls lonely bedroom. I am not a fan of the populous, of civilization, order, contact. These things prove themselves time and again as reliable undercurrents. I felt gently pulled away from the things I find comfort in, like solitude, self-reliance, and uncertainty. Undoubtedly you will find these things on the highway, just in a much more mild dose.
Any further adventures will be on a much different scale and flavor, and I hope you will join along.
I guess you can call it the roots of a progression. In any case, I am glad for it.
Here are some more pictures from the journey, enjoy.
|Ran over this poor bastard. Only creepy crawly I got a good shot of on the mainland, all the rest of them run too fast. He was about tea-cup size, his Olympic sprinter buddies were salad plate size.|
|Shade is awesome.|
|This dog was eating scraps out of a burning trash fire, some flames in its mouth. How far would you go for a meal?|
|First dorado on a fly. Yeah, I gripped and grinned, but who wouldn't after ten beers in the tropic sun and an ocean fish who ripped your trout rod to the edges of hell?|
|Captain Victor's tip. A bucket full o' bonito.|
|Three seconds after hook-set, and I'm deep into backing town.|
|These guys are insanely powerful. Bringing a 10wt next time.|
|Captain Victor has some photog skills. He probably had a Marlboro Red in each hand as well.|
|Best beach camp sunrise ever.|
|Best beach camp sunrise ever part 2.|
|Fished here for an hour. Then I saw natives doing some crazy ceremony upstream.|
|Hurricane damage. This tree was HUGE. That is a house on the right.|