The Hyena Den

My second hostel and already so different!
I hear deep voices yelling and high-pitched cackling from inebriated girls below. I didn’t even make it to the door before I was harassed. I didn’t even check in. That has to be some sort of record, at least. 🙂
Oh today.
It’s been a long one, friends.
But tomorrow will be better. And then I will be home. I almost miss it. 🙂

I’m Home

Well, that adventure is over. 🙂

Not “the” adventure, of course. The grand one continues on, past my final boarding pass.

Now that I have the time, I will probably go back and fill in the holes over the past days. But, for now, I think today is just fine.

If you’ve never traveled, and I don’t just say this because I am the sort that does, I highly suggest that you do. It doesn’t matter if you’re alone, or with a lover, or with your family… sometimes it’s just.. you find something when you lose yourself. When you explore beyond driving distance. Beyond your comfort zone even. If you’re with another person, you bond (Or break. People show different sides of themselves when they travel.). If you’re alone..well, it’s a different experience altogether really.

I shamefully cried the first day of my journey alone.

It ended up being one of the best vacations I ever went on.

You never know where life will take you. 🙂

Day 1: Reunited at the Airport (San Diego)

This story is a lot longer than the others. And a little boy crazy. I do apologize. I’m 21. There’s a lot of inner dialogue here as my mind races with adrenaline and as I remember things from the past. It has absolutely nothing to do with the subject I’m sure… 🙂 Feel free to skip this one. Honestly. If you’re looking for travel, read my other entries. I won’t blame you. This one’s almost….well… in memory of someone.

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Side Bit (While I eat my breakfast)

There is a very particular kind of communication going on here in Seattle.

I noticed it while walking down the streets.

It came up again, just now, as I collected my eggs from the kitchen.

The Seattle– nod.

Everywhere I go. Usually men? But women as well. If you look someone in the eye — you nod. You just do. Don’t be rude. I don’t know if it’s because I look like a local? Or if it’s politeness? It doesn’t happen with the wealthier citizens walking around 5th street.

Maybe because I look homeless.

Oh, well.

It was a little strange at first, but now I find myself bopping along. It’s nice, actually…. To acknowledge someone else’s existence like that, instead of curtly looking away.

Flying the Nest

As I write these words, I see an Australian woman give a parting hug to a fellow Middle Eastern traveler. They’re wishing happy farewells. Diversity at its finest.

I’m not sure why I’m starting this blip of a blog. I’m not sure it’s even fair to call it one. But you’re welcome to keep reading if anything intrigues you.

Here, I’ll be putting up pictures and long rambling stories that I think deserve a nod from my.. first solo trip?…first backpacking trip?… howabout, first solo backpacking trip. Ah, yeah.

Beep Beep! 🚗🚗