Hey now I'm back with a thought for you. In life, those of you who are living one correctly, know full well that it is a series of ups and downs. On this trip it seems that such a fact is more pronounced or maybe just easier to track. I've kind of developed a sort of mantra for this and that is to ride the high waves as long and far as possible and swim out of the low gullys.
It's become painfully obvious that shit happens while we romp around outside our own country. Maybe it's that we don't speak the language or that we have destinations in mind that we are trying to get to. Or maybe it's because we have standards we grew up with and our minds are trained differently. Or sometimes it's just life.
For whatever reason one moment you will be on a beautiful beach the next you'll be stung by a jelly fish on the family jewels. One day you're climbing a mountain the next you're in a motor bike crash ( it wasn't that bad this time and we are both okay). One minute you are feeding elephants palm branches the next you see a dead dog lying on the road. Even the ocean is literally hot and cold from one second to the next. One second you are happy to be traveling to your next destination and the next your hypothermic because the window of the train is busted. You know stuff like that. Perseverance is key and so is being ready for adversity. I guess I see it as swimming practice. Hmmmm.
We are riding a high wave today after swimming out of a long bus ride yesterday and are hopeful the wave will let us ride through Laos, but I think we all know it'll prolly be normal ups and downs. Traveling isn't always peaches and cream, and sometimes it's about your reaction to the peaches and the punches. Peace y'all.
Miss you guys. Brad.
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