The Intermission

I had to write. To put down what is continuously being said in my mind.

Adjusting back to the Western style of life was not to bad - in fact, I enjoyed it. We have it pretty good, ya know. Not worrying about parasites in your tap water is a good thing. A very good thing. Having my Jeep again was also nice. Hell, I'll just say it: I missed a lot of things.

Even with all of these ammenities that I take for granted, I am still a bit on the fringe. Not even a month passed, and I was already antsy about my next trip. That's a bit strange right? To long for home so badly and then, not even a month after my arrrival, have strong thoughts about leaving once more. Sitting down to write a term paper or analyze data - ha! Useless. It's not that I am not thinking - it's just that my thoughts are some place else. This leads to the dominant idea (feeling?) of this blog: our trip. The trip of all trips.

Australia and New Zealand.

As soon as I graduate and have that Bachelor of Science in my hand, I will be gone. Selling everything. Leaving everything.

Side note: I feel as if it's a bit irresponsible for I am capable. Capable of a lot. Yet, I forgo this responsability to relish in the idea of freedom - the idea that I am the one in charge and am not dictated by any other being or entity but death herself (yes, death is a she, people. get with the times).

My two friends and I will be heading to Australia for nearly three weeks and then on to New Zealand to embark on the hike of the century. Desired outcomes: hang ten on the gold coast, climb a 5'10, summit a mountain w/o guides, have enough footage to make a documentary, enhance understanding of nature and our connection (lots of yoga), life long friendships, and most importantly, when it's all said and done, be content all ready. I am tired of this constant desire. This insatiable appetite that consumes my every breath. The unknown is just so damn attractive. It has turned into lust if anything. Why? You tell me. In the mean time, I am going to find out.

Desired Summit: Mount. Aspiring

Concerning the documentary. Yeah. I'm serious about that. I'm selling my Jeep and buying climbing gear and recording gear which includes, but is not limited to a Bolex 16mm w/ 3 lenses and a DSLR with HD capability and 1080p at 24 FPS. The theme? Well, I'm not going to disclose that just yet.



Bolex H16

Oh yeah! How long are we staying? As long as we can. 1 month? 2 months? 3 months? 4 months? Who knows.

Hey, here is an idea: be our sponsor, and we will include you in the documentary. I'm creative! Sorta.

Cheers!

Jonathon