The first time you hit travel crack you feel it big time. Euphoria laced with bits of anxiety pulsates through every vein. Time warps and the limit to all the crazy things that can happen in a day expand.
The only people around who know what you’re going through are other backpackers and you talk to them as if today were the last. ‘Where ya headed? Where ya from? small talk quickly elevates into more meaningful connections.
These connections drive you from city to village to country. You traverse landscapes and soak in sunsets. You experience at a rate that challenges your brain’s processing power. But when you look back on the first few days on travel crack, by some divine logic, it somehow all makes sense.
Over the past 3 days, I’ve tasted the travel crack once again and I’m hooked.
The Last 3 Days On Travel Crack
I went from the airport to San Salvador where I met a great Canadian couple from Whistler who were heading to El Tunco so we decided to split a cab and I made it back to Papaya Hostel where I soaked in the pool and ate Papusas before falling into a deep sleep only to be stirred awake by the light of a new day that was full of new people that I had to meet like that Norwegian couple who also had a travel blog but were leaving soon to Nicaragua and inspired me to board a bus to Antigua, Guatemala that resulted in a long chat with the driver who was saving to buy his own bus and start a tour company because he believed that if the old couple from Florida who had sailed to Guatemala and had been living there for over 3 months had the correct information about visas they wouldn’t of gotten stuck at the border and we wouldn’t of had to drive them back to Antigua where the driver dropped them at the same hotel before taking me to a local hotel that I was sure no other backpackers were staying at but to my surprise found an awesome Japanese girl and her Chinese husband who invited me to eat dinner with them during which I got to practice my Japanese and discover that her husband was a travel writer who had published two books in China a country of over 1 billion people a thought that induced exhaustion and I retired to my private room where I read Kafka On The Shore until I awoke the next day which happens to be today.
Fate, Destiny Or Whatever You Want To Call It
It’s only now, as the initial shock of being on the road subsides that I can reflect. I understand that by some kind of fate, the path I took was entirely pre-determined.
It was no accident that I met Norwegian bloggers and a lovely Japanese couple with lots in common. It is no surprise that I am here where I am now, at 5 pm on the shores of the most beautiful lake in the world.
I’m not worried anymore about where I’m headed next because I trust that everything will work out as it is supposed to. The anxiety has dissipated and I am left with only the euphoria and tranquility of the travel crack. The best part!
By my estimates, one day on the road is equal to one week in the sedentary life. You experience, learn, and connect so rapidly that you can hardly comprehend what’s happening. Only until the initial rush wears off can you see the path and learn to trust in fate.
“It’s the crack, the crack is the good time, having the crack is the good time,” the Irishman from a surf documentary repeats as serious as a cop searching for lost kilo’s of crack.
Whether he’s talking about actual crack or metaphorical surfing crack it’s unclear. Either way, the best kind of crack is life induced crack and nothing beats the travel crack. Do you mind if I say crack one more time? CRACK!