Too Much Travelling, Too Little Writing

It’s such a tough balance to strike, to try to record as much of your trip as possible, while still trying to actually experience the place you’ve travelled half way round the world to see.  Whether the recordings take the form of photographs, journal entries, blog posts or sketches, the pursuit of capturing every moment can occasionally begin to take away from the trip itself.  I’ve found the balance particularly hard to strike this trip.  It doesn’t help that the writing of each post is not, for me, a speedy thing.  The writing,  adding the photos,  entering the SEO information and scheduling the tweets will usually take a couple of hours – not a small amount of time when there’s a world to see.

Blogging spot in Patagonia

This last month has been unbelievably busy.  We’ve travelled fast, squeezing in as much as possible on the way and using any spare moments to try and get some rest.  In the last four weeks we’ve travelled across the border into Bolivia, ridden a mountain bike down ‘The World’s Most Dangerous Road’, seen Mars on Earth on the Bolivian salt flats, crossed into Chile, turned up at the airport and bought a flight in cash, cycled the streets of Santiago, celebrated Halloween with Pisco Sours and a Beer Pong tournament, taken a bus across the Andes to Argentina, taken a Vineyard tour in Mendoza, sampled copious amounts of red wine, drunk champagne and reclined to 180 degrees on a bus, resisted the urge to burn down the building of Aerolineas Argetinas, seen the Perito Merino glacier, camped in front of Cerro Torre, enjoyed the Patagonian countryside with my Dad, sailed on the Beagle channel, Canoed from a lake to the sea, stood at the ‘end of the world’, hung out with penguins and seen Tango dancers in Buenos Aires’s La Boca.

Perito Moreno Glacier

Looking back on that list, it’s hardly surprising I’ve not found the time to write up my experiences.

Despite the feelings of guilt which have been hanging over my head about my failure to keep my dedicated reader up to date with my travels, I’m glad that my trip has not suffered due to a rigid posting schedule.  It’s not unusual to see travellers glued to their laptop or only viewing the world through their camera.  I don’t want to be one of those travellers, the blogging is simply not that important to me.

The Tierra Del Fuego National Park

However, that doesn’t mean that over the next couple of days I won’t be trying to catch up on recording some of the stories.  As our trip draws (incredibly rapidly) to a close, I’m beginning to feel that anxious panic.  There’s a flutter in my chest that’s reminding me that this experience is coming to an end and urging me to cling to it.  To try to commit the stories, images and people to memory.

Hiking towards Cerro Torre

Somehow, perhaps I’ll be able to bottle up the feel of the Argentinian sun on my shoulders.  Maybe, I’ll be able to preserve the magic of watching a penguin waddle up the beach to it’s home.  I’ll try to recreate the feeling of wrapping my tongue around unfamiliar Spanish syllables and the absolute joy of being able to make myself understood.  And I hope to always be able to summon to mind the sensation of looking out over Machu Picchu after walking for four days along the Inca Trail.

El Chalten

But, despite my efforts, my trip through South America will pass into memory.  And then, my blog posts and my photos will be all I have left.  I should get writing…

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