The Point of Travel

Aleta Fimbres 21/03/2013

Let's go traveling!

"Traveling, if I was to put a label an it, it’s (like life) a schizophrenic chameleon. It’s a party, it’s an escapist, it’s lonely as hell and it’s beautiful." – Paul Harrington, New Zealand

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Paul’s quote, recently made on my website, couldn’t be more true. Sometimes, I find myself sitting in a bar full of young minds and beautiful people – all speaking a language that I cannot understand. Yes, I can interact, if I pull myself together. However, if I don’t, then I better prepare myself for another lonely Tuesday night in a strange city.

People often ask, ‘Why did you start traveling?’ and I’m sorry to reply that I don’t have a definite answer. However, isn’t it just cool to find yourself walking towards the train station in Budapest when all of a sudden, some backpacker you met last week in Krakow calls out your name? Hmm, I didn’t even plan on staying another night, but I’m glad I did. Running wild, up and down the streets of Budapest with Nathan and some of his travel mates totally changed my overall view of the city.

We were on the billiards table when I asked the barman to call us a taxi to some boat party we’d heard about. I took that opportunity to give the barman my business card, while inviting him to view one of my photo galleries around Europe. Lucky me, his girlfriend had just finished a photography course. Thus, a new friend was made. He then pulled out 4 VIP passes to the beat party and handed them to me, just in case we needed them to got in and yes, we did.

Isn’t it funny how interesting we look while traveling abroad? We’re more open to meeting now people and exchanging stories and ideas. Back home, not many people would randomly stop me in a pub, just to ask me where I’m from. So, is traveling my escape mechanism?

The next morning, I was gone, again. Struggling to find a bit of sleep on the train, while passport control keeps flipping past every page and stamp as if he’s looking for an excuse not to allow me to enter the country. But he does and after he leaves, the cute Slovakian girl across the aisle finally speaks to me in my own native language – I take it that you’re from America? I return a smile before I speak, realizing that her words and whatever happens next is just another brilliant reason behind the point of traveling.


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