They say it’s not the destination but the journey along the way that matters – and it couldn’t be more true than this time, when I drove from Sydney to Brisbane. From one of the world’s most wonderful cities to one of the most boring I’ve visited. Luckily enough, there were many nice stops (and people) along the way.
Imagine you had a MAJOR hungover on Sunday and for me that means I’m still pretty “tired” on Monday morning. To then pick up a rental car at 07.30 AM (traffic rush hour) in the city centre of Sydney (5 million people) and drive on the left side of the road – without a GPS – was a hectic start on a long drive. Anyways, stressing up never helps no matter what you do. I knew one thing: I’m going north! So I just followed my intention and drove across the Sydney Harbor Bridge and from then it was smooth.
First stop was in Newcastle where I met up with a lovely couple I met in El Salvador and then traveled with through Guatemala and Belize. We had some great times then – and now. It was really nice to finally meet som familiar faces again and also to meet up with people from my travels. Often people just talk the talk and doesn’t walk the walk – but both parts did this time, which meant I could finally taste a real Australian barbecue on the beach. Many thanks for having me!
I also stopped in Byron Bay and on the Gold Coast. Having been to both places before it was also like meeting a familiar and likeable “face” again. Great places and beaches both of them, so perfect stops for a surf and a chill pill.
Eventually I ended up in Brisbane, visiting and staying at another friend I met on my travels, Brazil to be precise. Funny to meet yet a familiar face and grateful for having my own bedroom for another night (a luxury for a back-packer). Besides this, Brisbane was not my cup of tea at all. I was apparently lucky when I was there, because it was the coldest days of this year’s summer (29-32 degrees C) and pretty humid. Since Brisbane is located inland you don’t get that nice ocean breeze and can’t cool off in the ocean. Just a big bowl placed in a strange place. I mean, why don’t build a city by the coast when it’s just 40 minutes away?
Anyways, it’s always interesting to visit big cities and even if the destination was not the best I had a great week road tripping. The quote that “it’s not the destination but the journey that matters” is actually comparable to life as well. I mean, we all face the same tragic destination: death. We will probably even see some of our loved ones pass away before it’s our turn and if we are unlucky maybe we don’t have the health on our side the last years. But our journey towards our destination can be very different. Some work all their lives, waiting to get retired (if you even get that old, no guarantee) and plan to live their lives when they are 65. Some follow their passion and live day to day, just enjoying the ride not thinking of tomorrow. No matter which way you go – it’s our own choice. I’ve been working hard and smart throughout the years, but also been traveling, taking breaks and most important followed my dreams. I would say it’s possible to be both long term and short term – you just have to take an active choice and be a little street smart. My theory is that, since I don’t take tomorrow for granted, I want to take many “mini retirements” in my life. This for two reasons:
1. It’s in NO way a guarantee that I will be alive the day I turn 65.
2. I believe life is supposed to be lived while you are young. They say age doesn’t matter, and I agree to a certain point, but at the same time I do believe things are funnier when you are younger. Especially travel, since you grow as a person and meet other people and they are mostly young.
So, if you are feeling that your journey isn’t funny enough, use the next crossroads to change it! I don’t have to worry about crossroads anymore, now I’m flying up north to the humidity, crocodiles and the Great Barrier Reef.