Oh well, three lockdowns later, and I finally open a book I bought a few years ago. I had never had time to read it.
The third lockdown, which began when I started a new job, seemed never-ending. The pressure I was under, the isolation, the long nights just prolonged the time I was going through happy memories.
A friend of mine who worked as a psychologist once said that it was possible to live off good memories when times were bad. So, I tried it and started organizing my travel photos, recalling the excitement I felt after seeing all the stunning parts of our beautiful world we live in. And there it was. The breathtaking views of the Andes; the dryness of San Pedro de Atacama; the salt and solitude of the Chilean desert, and the unforgettable moments of freedom and happiness in my heart.
A few years ago, I traveled in Chile, and while I was staying in San Pedro, I was offered a chance to go on a tour to Bolivia, to Uyuni. A very popular tour across the border. A 12-hour drive. A three-day trip, which is normally experienced over five days.
I did seriously consider it; I could reach one of the modern wonders of the world in a shorter period than is normally done. However, I never went. In the end, I decided that spending that much time in the car and not having insurance was even, for me, too risky.
There is always another time, and I will have a goal to plan during my next South American adventure. For now, I am going to read a book about the Bolivian jungle instead.
Whether it was the never-ending lockdown, the miserable winter weather, or the situation we all humans happened to be in, I was completely drawn into an adventurous endeavor in Bolivian nature.
I cried when the book finished. Seriously. The vibrant description of life in the jungle; the adventure of aboriginal culture, and the precious price of human life. I never thought I would say this, but I miss the action of traveling and the beauty of faraway nature.
I was so emotional, and that’s only because a year ago we were told that for four weeks we could not go anywhere. And I am still not sure when I will be able to plan, research, and organize my next trip to another part of the world.
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