How do people do it? They write a story about a story about an adventure.
Where do people start? They choose the words that form a picture that describes the adventure.
When do people describe it? They stare in the screen to write down the past and miss out on the present.
Where do people find it? They search around to see it right in front of them.
How do people travel? They pack their bags to leave their home to take it with them.
Where do people travel? They go in circles, they go there and back again.
What is the destination? Destination is the journey and we have finally arrived.
“So I’m lying in my mini-bed in Kiev, its 3:36 a.m. and I’m trying to write my blog entry… The boys are long asleep and I suppose I’m left with this silence around me where all I can hear is them sleeping and the keys of the board. And all I’m really excited about is that not once during these three weeks have I heard them snore! Yet… but all together, as you may understand, I’m generally quite excited about other things too. So this is my writing mode on now, I suppose, so I better go and write something normal too… thanks, good night!! x”
A caption of my letter to a friend. After some serious staring in the laptop screen it is now 4:40 a.m.
Riga-Minsk – 655km travelled. Distance from home – 400km.
Minsk was the first stop of our journey. So, what’s it like in the ‘last dictatorship in Europe’? The first adventure we had on the early morning of September 16th 2014 was packing our bags. One can argue that all self-confident travellers pack before the trip but are those packed bags really the ones that make you ready for an adventure? Continue reading
As the doors of the train were closing all of my loved ones were left standing on the platform. The train started to move slowly at first but as it picked up some speed I felt kind of relieved -the hardest part up until now was over.
The preparations for the trip, because of some unexpected and expected reasons -unduly prolonged, were finally over. The idea to leave all of my ordinary life in order to embark on an adventure was finally starting to come to life. As with all ideas that actually live up to the point of being realized, the idea to travel to the furthest inhabited place from home evolved and changed dramatically during the last 15 months. This thought presented itself on January 2013 when I unexpectedly realized that I cannot continue to live my life as I have done up to that point – I could not afford to waste my time doing things which may not be meant for me (or doing things which I am not sufficiently qualified to do). The idea evolved during the long and somewhat tiresome preparation process and finally it gained a definite form – to travel to the furthest inhabited place from my home in Riga, Latvia – Pitt Island, New Zealand. Continue reading