The Fun

It seems strange that at a time when travelling is foremost in my mind, that organising dinner with an interstate friend would turn out to be a festival of backpacker funness.
The routineness of life rarely allows for such opportunities and has given me a bit of a wake up call. It was just supposed to be Cara, myself and this mate down from Sydney - who brings along 4 backpackers? It took a while for these travelling bouncy balls of funness to get their act together, so the three of us did in fact catch up over dinner and afterwards all met up at Luna Park (a small amusement park, with rides and stuff). Luna Park is far scarier than any of those slick new places with the latest rides, Luna Park is only ever seconds from completely falling apart.

Anyway, I realised that being a traveller keeps you in a limbo away from real life, a limbo between childhood and adulthood. You've gotta be 'all grownup 'n' that' to like, catch planes and budget accordingly and interact with new people but you're totally a child because all you need to do in your life is 'experience'.

It's totally bizarre. The rest of our lives are spent building. Building careers, friends, savings, houses, families, emotional walls and authentic 16th century wooden crossbows.

Travelling is completely self-indulgent, how freakin brilliant is that?

Somewhere in my youth I OD'd on rides and now am completely invincible, Cara on the other hand has never been on such adventures ever! God it was funny. She was the most scared I've ever seen a person and yet would be continually peer pressured into more and more scarey things. We got kicked off two of the rides and way totally broke the dodgem cars - we are adults.

While I totally have a life ahead of me, I can't help but feel that time to 'just experience' is wasting away.