Warning: this text includes cynical expressions…
Less than a month before departure. The list of things to do is collecting more and more strikethroughs without adding new things to do and things not to forget to do. An obvious progress.
Shopping in Antwerp with my sister brings me the latest CD of Amadou & Mariam, and with my best French accent I sing along happily and false. Vive L’Afrique! The voices of two blind musicians from Mali, hope of them being in a stable, secure enough country, also when it’s me standing at the border crossing.
A good blouse for travelling is being made. Loose, airy and covering against mosquito’s and the beating Saharan sun. Painting goes slowly but steadily progress has brought nearly completion. Camera is bought and being tested on Moos, who’s sleeping silently through rhythmic sounds coming from the king of Rai, Khaled. I am not yet in a state of noticeable stress, but some pressure I do feel and to release those I listen well to the beats of Sidi Rabbi, to feel my muscles aching the next day. African dance combined with Bollywood moves has made it clear: I want to go outside, into the world!
It gives me a pleasure to know that there are enough people who do watch television and that they warn me how very dangerous it is outside, the world, that is. My lack of complete distrust to all things alien would surely neglect the fact that the world is a dark, dangerous place. What also strengthens me is that people who never really travel reminds me how very scary it is to travel alone, without having the company of fellow passengers. With this new understanding you would think cycling through Spain is more dangerous than travelling on a coach full of believers, who’s roots are, ofcourse, fundamentalist anyway.
Why does a well-known travel agency then not organise trips over the Khyber pass or through the Salangtunnel?
Maybe here’s a chance for me? From now on I start to create my retirement funding: I offer luxury seats with mega flat screen in the chair right in front of you. So you can still watch the news and all the soap stars afterwards, while enjoying the peaceful green landscape of the Hindy Kush or Wakhan Corridor. A beautifully green blanket of nature surrounding the ‘highway’ which is lined with almost not to spot, because equally green, Russian tanks from former wars. To finish this restful trip I would like to take you to a chill-out evening, which is held at a place where German tanks still take part in daily patrol. But for the true adventurer I advise to choose the trip along the Spanish coast, Costa del Sol. Here’s where the food-lover will stimulate his taste buds, but mind you, don’t over stimulate. There’s Ad Patat with French fries and Cor Kroket with the Dutch treat ‘kroket’. This trip, however, is on your own risk (travel insurances will not cover theft and hospitalisation in this country). This is great traveling! Why do I actually want to cycle to Congo when the true adventure awaits me along the Costa Brava?
It is a quite normal human habit to think everything as dangerous what is strange, different and unknown. Now and then I get to hear how unwise it is what I am going to do. The world is scary. That’s a fact. In Pakistan they find India dangerous and weird. In India they think Pakistan is ominous. Thankfully I am naïve because who else can I trust but myself? I’ve got a pretty good believe in myself. And yes… it can be a dangerous place, out there.
Ah, beautiful world!
I am shaking with excitement to be released. Lack of patience let me tremble to receive the goods of nature, to let the unknown capture me and to float on her slow swaying waves. Worries, fear and uncertainty, negativity and imagination let I solve in the trust I have in the world and myself.
I love to…
I JUST LOVE TO!