18 Mar What Dreams May Come. Goodbye Playa del Carmen
And that’s a wrap!
Our time in Playa del Carmen has come to an end. It is a very bizzarre feeling, almost as wierd as when we packed up and left Australia over 2 years ago. Playa has become like home to us, and that, is why we have to leave.
We have loved our time here. I quit smoking, we skydived, beached and cenote ‘ed. We have made friends, become part of Playa and discovered all those things which make a place a home and not just a hotel. All the things which you might miss out on if you are just here for a week, or even a month. We have, as much as a foreigner in any country can, become locals. True, we are more like locals who don’t speak the language very well, and who have more foreign friends than local ones. But we are foreigners, and even if we were here for 20 years we would still be foreigners.
But I am OK with that, if I really wanted to be an identical part of a culture I would have stayed in the Western world.
But I digress, Playa del Carmen has become like home, it has been a lot of fun, very comfortable, and easier and easier to just let the days roll by. Which is why we have to go. It has become too easy, things very seldom surprise us or confront us here anymore. We left Perth, Australia because settling down did not suit us, it didn’t make us happy, and despite the beauty and ease of life in Playa del Carmen, we have started to feel that uneasiness and inward questioning which was so much more prevalent back in Australia.
It is time. Time to find new challenges, new experiences, and new frustrations. It is time to hit the road and explore this great big world just begging to be discovered.
Tomorrow morning, 19th March 2014, Sarah and I will pack up the car with our decidedly larger collection of possesions from when we got here, and we will drive out of Playa del Carmen. We will hit the highway with the intention to cross 2 borders in 1 day (Belize and Guatemala), and for me the most incredible part?
We don’t have to turn around and go back the way we came.
I can’t tell you how alluring this prospect is to me, but I will try. Almost every journey I have ever begun in a car, had me driving back the same way I came, returning to the destination of origin, and although we may well be back in Playa del Carmen a year, 2 years, 10 years from now, we are driving South, and that is all there is to it.
We are driving South until the car breaks down or there is no more South to drive. We don’t have a time limit in mind, we don’t have destinations planned past the first one of Guatemala. We might be in Guatemala for a month, or for 6 months, and then who knows?! I bloody don’t that’s for sure…
And then of course there is the Powered Paragliding, We now have a fourth passenger on board (the third being my shiny Gigabyte notebook), my Paramotor. An actual hobby to take with us which will undoubtedly enhance the journey. I have said a number of times how excited I am by this, how the idea that I can actually fly now still seems absolutely bonkers. I have started dreaming about it fairly regularly, about soaring above the clouds, flying along the beach or just floating in the sky, but there is another side to the Paramotoring which I am almost equally grateful for.
You see, I have a tendency to get bored, very quickly, and although hitting the road again was and is very much an exciting prospect, I was worried. I was worried because when I thought about seeing another waterfall, another ruin, or another beach, jungle, town, I was a little underwhelmed, more than a little. I was worried that maybe even travel had lost its shine, and then what the hell would I do to get my jollies?!
In reality this worry would likely have amounted to not very much of an issue at all, but it would have niggled. I wanted something to take this adventure from exciting to thrilling. I wanted something which would add to the journey in a way that brought back the thrill I felt the first time I stepped off a plane in a new country, and here it is, Paramotoring.
I am thrilled by this prospect, exalted by this opportunity, and nervous (in a great way) of what is to come. I am going to fly, not just fly, I am going to travel the world, and not just travel the world. I am going to fly in some of the most awesome places nature ever deigned to create. I am going to see the world from above, from a place man has not yet conquered, from a place I have only dreamed of.
This next leg of our adventures, of our lives, lays upon a path I feel certain is the right one. I am always aware of the time limit life puts on us, and am constantly asking myself if I am making the most of every fleeting tick of the clock.
I can most assuredly let myself know that yes, I am living life to the full.
Just another day at the office
No matter how unlikely or unreasonable my dreams have seemed, I reached for them, and those worth having I held on to.
When I was a child, I dreamed of being a millionaire and owning my own island.
As I grew older, I adapted my dreams to reality and watched them fade away.
As I grow wiser, I ask what I truly want and achieve my dreams every day.
I did not want to be a millionaire, I did not want an island. I wanted freedom and I wanted experience, both were easier to achieve and ended up being the reality behind my childhood dreams.
I wanted to be a millionaire so that I could have freedom, I wanted my own island for the experience. Now I have enough money to be truly free, but not so much that my money owns me, and not so little that it prevents me from experiencing life. And I have every island in the world at my disposal, without the maintenance!
In the end it appears I did not have to modify my dreams at all, I just had to ask myself what the end goal of those dreams truly were.
And here I am, living my perfect life, about to hit the road and the skies, one day away from the rest of my life. I hope you will come along for the ride.
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