9 months abroad = 5 weeks in Europe + 7 months in South America + 3 weeks in the U.S = incredible
Once again, my vagabond adventure of backpacking across the world has come to a close – for now.
Not only have I expanded my collection of facebook profile photos, I’ve learnt some pretty great life skills and reached some personal goals.
1. The art of sleeping on long-haul bus rides and flights. Prior to commencing this particular journey, I was not a great travelling sleeper. In the past, I have not been able to fall asleep for over 30 hours, when travelling from Australia to Europe and vice versa. From muscle relaxant pills to having a whisky, nothing would knock me out – until I went to South America and travelled on buses. While the bus rides are generally pretty long, they are affordable and safe, fairly comfortable in Chile and Argentina, and slightly less so in Bolivia and Peru. Maybe it’s the rhythm of the bus that puts you to sleep, the beautiful scenery that sends you into a dream, the fact that all of your fellow passengers seem to be sleeping or the horrible B-grade movie showing that is not worth staying awake for. Nevertheless, I went from barely sleeping on these buses to struggling to keep myself awake. During my final 21 hour bus ride from Buenos Aires, Argentina to Santiago, Chile, I slept an impressive 10 hours.
2. Hablo espanol. Fortunately for me, Spanish was a necessity in most of the places where I traveled. Improving Spanish was one of my main goals, so I took every chance I could to talk and listen to the locals. This was much to their surprise, particularly when I told them I was from Australia (which always confused hostel staff when I presented them with my Irish Passport as ID; my nationality was often a hot-topic for debate).“But Australians never speak Spanish!”, Rodrigo (or whatever their name might be) would exclaim. Shaking my head in shame, I would agree and explain how most schools don’t make foreign language learning compulsory, a part from a year or two, where most students’ greatest achievements are counting to 20 in Japanese or saying “Je m’appelle Isabel”.
I also learnt how to distinguish a Bolivian from an Argentinian, a Chilean or a Spaniard, a useful skill that could help to avoid awkward discussions regarding the dark side of colonial history. I have no idea what kind of ‘Spanish Accent’ I have, but apparently I don’t sound like I’m French anymore, so that’s a good step forward.
3. Those stairs don’t seem so bad after hiking up WaynaPicchu mountain in Peru. It may be one of the greatest things I’ve ever done, but it was a bloody steep mountain. On the bright side, climbing the few ‘hills’ of Sydney or a few flights of stairs seems like a piece of cake, in comparison.
4. Was not a victim of food-poisoning, theft or violence. Before travelling to Bolivia, everybody I met, whom had previously been to Bolivia, said that they had been sick from the food. I managed to avoid this; I ate decent meals at ‘upscale’ restaurants (which are still ridiculously cheap in Bolivia) and cooked with fresh market produce. I did not risk eating fried street food or from any cheap cafes, for Bolivian standards (which are dirt cheap for us gringos). Likewise, I had heard many stories of theft – not so many about violence or kidnapping, but Taken 2 (or was it #3? A classic example of B-grade cinema) was shown on one of my bus rides, so it was on my mind. Fortunately, I did not have to file any police reports or insurance claims (after a pretty big robbing incident in Chile). Just as well! One major theft is probably enough excitement for a while.
5. Greater appreciation for first-world comforts. As splendid as South America may seem, travelling there is not always so glamorous, especially if your backpacking; roads were often bumpy, streets were crowded and chaotic, decent, healthy food was sometimes hard to come by, beds could be uncomfortable, locals were sometimes not friendly and customer service is not really a thing. Bolivia was perhaps the most challenging of all, as it is still a developing country in many ways. At the same time, I was fascinated to see a world so different from my own and am very grateful for the experience.
After landing in Boston, my body almost-instantly relaxed into the very comfortable car-seat. All of the tension, stress and aches involved in carrying your belongings on your back and being alone in a foreign, non-English speaking country, seemed to disappear. Hot water, central heating, hi-speed wifi, Trader Joes, friendly customer service, oh the wonders of the first-world! In the comfort of my motherland, I was reunited with my wonderful American family in old familiar places, after a 10 year absence. As someone who has not always been proud to call myself part American, I felt guilty about neglecting the U.S. It may be targeted for all that is wrong with western society, but Australia is barely a perfect nation. Who elected the current Prime Minister again? Oh yes, Australia did.
6. Greater appreciation for my family, friends and fellow Australians. On that note, it was a great joy to return to Sydney. How sweet it is to be surrounded by people who have known you for most of your life, to sleep soundly in my own bed, have a bit of vegemite and avo on toast, hang out in the old haunts and to speak my native language, in its native dialect. Who knew that my English had changed so much? Expressions and adjectives that I had not used for a long time came un-expectantly rolling out of my mouth. For example, I caught myself saying “That placed is pretty spruced up now” (to spruce up = to clean up/makeover) and dropping “bloody” and “bugger” a lot more frequently. I realised that it had been a good while since I’d been in an Aussie context, speaking proper ‘Australian’ (or ‘Strayan’ as we say).
So, after gaining all these great life skills, learning to be more independent, more culturally literate, a better human being, yada yada…what are you going to do now?
After leading a vagabond lifestyle for almost 3 years now, I should be more comfortable with people asking me about my future prospects by now – but I’m not. These days, the questions are generally closed, as most people assume “you’ll be jetting off again soon?”. I guess this is easier to answer, as I only need to reply with “yes” or “no”. Yet on second thoughts, behind this supposedly simple question looms the “What, where, when, who and why?”.
In sum, returning home after a long absence is equally satisfying as it is challenging. How one can feel warmly welcomed and simultaneously alienated, I will probably spend the rest of my life trying to understand.
Some people might call it reverse culture shock but I prefer cultural limbo; I’m not in the America’s or Europe anymore, yet not completely present in Australia. Perhaps, I’m scattered all over the place. Like a frustratingly slow iPhone downloading a software upgrade, I’m still loading.