Sitting on the largest Banyan tree in the world |
by Marcia Lee Laycock
I have just returned from a 16 day trip across the
Pacific Ocean. Being on open water for that long eventually gives you good sea
legs but when you return you find you also have an inner ear that seems to
insist that you are still bobbing and rolling along days after you have arrived
on dry land.
Returning home also comes with the disorienting feeling
that you’ve been away for months instead of days, while the “catching up” adds
to the feeling that you really didn’t go anywhere at all. Somewhere in between
all of that are the memories.
They cling to you, images of tropical jungles and a
variety of plant life that is stunning, smells that put you right back in the
spot where you bent to sniff that flower, and sounds that make you stop and
listen for those brightly coloured birds. Then you realize all of it is now far
away and remains only in your mind. But the colours remain vibrant, the sounds
crisp and clear.
And then there are the people – the woman you met who
is likely making her last voyage on this earth; the tiny lady with exuberant
energy who always wore a hat; the woman from India who remembered your name
even though she had only met you once over a week ago; the American who kept
bumping into you and saying, “oh yeah, you’re the writer;” and the girl from
Indonesia whose smile lit up the whole room.
All of it adds up to an experience that changes you, a
space of time that shifts your attitudes and makes you thankful for the life
you lead and all that’s in it. I saw fish I could never have imagined existed
and the largest Banyan tree in the world that spreads its roots and branches
over an entire city block. I felt the steam of a volcano and the rough texture
of the land its eruptions create. I laughed at jokes that really only make
sense in another language and tried to twist my tongue to make those unfamiliar
sounds.
Oh yes, there were a number of “first world problems” -
internet access was almost non-existent, the living space was a little cramped and
sometimes the coffee wasn’t really hot. But life was made more broad, enriched;
opinions were challenged and sensations stimulated.
In short, I
traveled. I am changed. And I am thankful.
Wow, sounds like you had an awesome experience, Marcia! Welcome back.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing, Marcia! I can't agree more that travel changes us. I look back on all my travels fondly, even the times when it's gotten lonely.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your travel experience with us Marcia.
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