“In spite of wars and tourism and pictures by satellite, the world is just the same size it ever was. It is awesome to think how much of it I will never see. It is not a trick to go round these days, you can pay a lot of money and fly round it nonstop in less than forty-eight hours, but to know it, to smell it and feel it between your toes you have to crawl. There is no other way. Not flying, not floating. You have to stay on the ground and swallow the bugs as you go. Then the world is immense. The best you can do is to trace your long, infinitesimally thin line through the dust and extrapolate.” ― Ted Simon, Jupiter’s Travels
Between some great dives around Komodo and Rinca Island in Indonesia – with an improvised birthday party for Nadieh including a bed crawling with ants back in 2015 – and today, a lot has happened and changed. One thing that slowly but gradually changed in recent years was the feeling that our 2015 adventure would be a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Maybe a bit naïve, a bit thoughtless, or maybe we’re just not such good planners. After a weekend camping in the Ardennes or three weeks backpacking in Myanmar, we asked ourselves and each other the same question over and over again: Why are we going home? Or actually: Why can’t we just stay?
Long conversations followed until we finally decided: We’re going!
And with a shorter run for preparation this time. Because we just have to book a flight and reactivate wan-der-lust.nl. And quit our job or take a sabbatical. And to tell our parents that we will be gone for another year or so. And decide where we are going. And, and, and … Oops, actually we do have quite some preparations to take care of and time is flying. The RemainingDays-App on Rubens phone indicates exactly 40 working days and 85 days left to departure. So our flight has already been booked and is approaching at lightning speed. 11 October we will be flying from Paris via Campinas to Foz do Iguaçu in the very south of Brazil, at the Triple Frontier point Brazil, Paraguay and Argentina. Plenty of opportunities to trace our long, infinitesimally thin line through the dust and extrapolate.
During the maintenance on wan-der-lust.nl we discovered two stories of our last stages through Indonesia that we never posted and had forgotten due to the abrupt end of the journey. To get back in the right mood, we published “Temples, temples, temples: Borobudur and Prambanan” and “Solo & Gunung Bromo“. In the meantime, we have to take care of our remaining holidays and test our new tent, so we have two weeks left to explore the Baltic’s, but we are really looking forward to write the next story all packed and waiting for our flight at Paris-Orly.