Mexico, Guatemala, Honduras, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Colombia and back to Costa Rica. Some I miss already; others I never wish to see again. Regardless, what a ride it’s been. Or more accurately, what a series of bus, plane and shuttle rides it’s been.
Three months of travel alone is an incredible luxury which I wish upon anyone who is looking for a shake-up or a reminder of who they really are deep down. For when you are travelling alone — only with a backpack — you don’t have a job, material possessions, friends or fancy outfits to hide behind. Your happiness and experiences hinge solely on your character and persistence. And since you are flying solo, you don’t have anything to prove to anyone. You do what you do for yourself. Am I finally getting to the root of “selfishness?”
For many reasons, I went through the first few countries very quickly — I, in fact originally got to Costa Rica two months earlier than I had forecasted with my two-week per country “plan” — and I’m now feeling like I’ve seen what I want to see in Central America. While one can certainly take longer; I didn’t spend more time in cities and countries that didn’t jive well with me, and I wouldn’t have done it any differently. Some loved the countries I zipped through and others never left them.
Now that the full-on adventure is mostly done (it’s done because Costa Rica is like Disney Land compared to Honduras), and maybe because I’ve been away for two months, I am actually starting to feel the pangs of homesickness come and go. Mind you, now that I’m at the beach, I feel way better for some reason. However, I have one month of utter freedom left and intend on utilizing it knowing full well that it may be my last.
After a couple weeks of looking at flights from different airports, I overcame my fear of making a long-term commitment on an exit strategy and bought my ticket home. I’m thrilled. My plan now is to spend the next weeks in Costa Rica, perfecting the art of relaxation, finding balance and admiring beautiful scenery. I think this girl has had enough adventure this season. I will enjoy all that this Canadian-friendly, ridiculously expensive country has to offer.
So what have I learned since the last check-in? I have learned that yes, I am quite fun, and yes, I can read a map — but still prefer if someone more capable leads me — and I have the power to make any situation better and can avoid tricky ones.
My favourite parts of my trip were the ones filled with adventure, and what I would call risk, because they made me feel alive and pushed me past my comfort zone. So, jumping off ledges in caves in Guatemala, hiking volcanoes in the pouring rain and playing Tarzan and jumping off platforms in Costa Rica were highlights. At 20 meters, I really didn’t want to jump off the ledge per say, but I knew I had to. Logically, I knew I would be safe…but still. Ugh. In the end, it was the rush I knew it would be and I’m glad I did
Lastly, after seeing extreme poverty a little closer up and speaking to travellers from all over the world, I am truly appreciative of being Canadian and having access to all the privileges that comes with that. I could have very easily been born in a country ravaged by war or in a country where living on the street is just accepted all a part of life. I am so proud that I come from a country with a myriad of programs that are focused on helping others in our own cities and in other countries. I am grateful for the life I have, where I am from and see that I have a responsibility to help others who are less fortunate because we are in fact all really the same, we just have different luck and circumstances.