"You're flying to the other end of the continent tomorrow" ... "Oh. Cheers"

Wednesday, 18 August 2010

Tomorrow, I head to Colombia.

This morning, I had no confirmed flight, no accommodation and nothing better to do than sit in the children's section of an Argentinian bookshop on a tiny red chair.

Then, whilst trying to read a book about a little worm who crossed the sea in a paper boat, I received the text message I had been waiting for, with increasing scepticism, for the past 2 weeks.

"Hi Sam! Your flight is reserved Thursday 19th Buenos Aires to Bogota with one stop in Sao Paulo. You only have to pay 540 pesos. Gaston."

The risk of asking a friend to secure a last minute ticket with his airline paid off; the ticket being quarter of the price of the standard fee, but leaving me with 24 hours to say my goodbyes and pack my bags.
Another last minute development was the fact that three seperate Couchsurfing hosts would be willing to put me up in their homes in Bogota, before I head north in search of the Caribbean coastline.

Yet, it was only last night that I was having a conversation with my friend Javi about the prospects of settling down vs. life on the road; about the sturdy stable scaffold of security vs. the vague and evolving uncertainties of freedom; about whether or not he would compromise his lifestyle and move in with his girlfriend; about whether I would bus it to Chile, hike to Peru, fly to Colombia or just stay in Buenos Aires and open a kiosk which sold fags and biscuits.

The general consensus of said conversation was that to appreciate mundanity security, one who can afford the luxury of freedom should try to test the limitations of a completely sporadic lifestyle beforehand.
That is to say, don't go buying a cottage in the Cotswolds until you've been to Indonesia, got drunk on rice wine and dipped your dick in a power blender.

The general idea of this trip was to head through the continent on buses, via Chile, Peru, Bolivia and Ecuador (before Colombia), but a myriad of factors, a general gut feeling and a cheap-as-a-bastard ticket to the equator has shattered that idea, for now.

And there's been a month-long constipation of updates to this site; partly because you were here in Buenos Aires and partly due to brief illness, to the double-hibernation impulse of two successive winters and to the feeling of being trapped in purgatory between two destinations.

The shimmering atomic highs of life on the road are only matched by the gut wrenching lows; and now that we're careering out of a trough and towards a peak, I'm sure that I'll be writing a little more often.



deli said...

Buena suerte en Colombia Samuel. Que disfrutes mucho y que continues disfrutando de la aventura!