Until “Beam me up scotty” becomes a reality, transit is apart of life.
This wonderful moment when a journey of a thousand miles start with one footstep.
Your pumped for an adventure but you have to put the journey into consideration. First its the one element that bounds us from the destination itself. It could be a breeze or a full blown challenge.
Transit.
I Remember going to Vienna for 30 minutes. It was incredible. From the point of landing it was a mission to board the flight to Dubai before the gate closed. Our flight from London was late and suddenly our holiday depended on it. If you ask me how was Austria, a whole country full of culture and heritage I can only say it has easy airports to navigate around. Not really giving the place any justice.
Thats how transit is, You only spend a small part of your life time in some of these places and you look back and wish you could have stayed just a little longer. Part of me wanted to grab an apple strudel, do a waltz to the gate or pick up a novelty Austrian fridge magnet with a kangaroo. but hop onto the flight we went to the Middle East. Funny world.
Train Journeys are the most enjoyable for me. I love the rocking sensation and the gentle speed that trains travel. Its the perfect environment to sink into a good book or drift away to a good album, its how traveling should be. In India I upgraded to first class as we had an 8 hour journey ahead and it was peanuts compared to UK prices. The biggest shock to be about India was the population. Other train journeys you would reach a point when nature kicks out the window, but in India there are people left right and centre. With 7 million people on the planet it really makes you think about how the population has exploded in India. No landscape at all just people, mind blowing after a few hours.
The chicken bus was a turning point when transit turned ugly for me. Seats are not always guaranteed in Guatemala, so make sure your at the front of the line or holding a chicken cage. I ended up with the step. Not that I minded but my back side started to hurt after 2 hours. Poor road conditions and no air-conditioning, it got to the stage were you wanted to chuck in the flag, but for £1.30 and a large distance covered, the sounds of a volcano tour lights up your life and nothing matters anymore.
All parts of traveling are important to me and normally the journey getting there is a challenge. But its a great way to think how logistics of the world work and how many people just like you have done that exact journey before if you would ever return to past places you have visited.
I’m not sure faster means would make it any different, even though the Indian train or Chicken bus was long, it made the trip that extra special and created many memories.
Have you got any stories of your Transit journeys? Feel free to post in the comment section below.
