The art of doing nothing while traveling - taking a break while on the road |

Why travel sucks sometimes.


Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love traveling. Period. But just like life, traveling isn’t always beautiful sunsets, partying whole night long and taking pretty pictures. Traveling is also waiting a couple of hours on a bus, missing planes, shitty weather and being sick with nobody to take care of you. But what sucks the most – according to me – is saying ‘goodbye’ all-the-fucking-time.Traveling feels like sitting on a perpetual rollercoaster. Life is great. Nights are filled with endless chatting, sipping beers and dancing until your feet refuse to move anymore. Days are spend exploring and hiking. Taking pictures of magnificent architecture and admiring richly colored sunsets. Feeling proud to have conquered another volcano. You meet awesome people. You spend a lot of time with them. Facebook will be filled with selfies and new faces. You’ll meet up with them, have dinners, long talks and evening walks. You’ll get to know them quickly and intensely. You’ll enjoy their company. You’ve got partners in crime, travel buddies. A family away from home. Suddenly, the saying ‘goodbye’ starts. People move on. They go home or they just started their trip and want to continue to explore. Some will work in hostels and stay while you move on, while others will leave you because you’re not finished discovering yet. A quickly as they came into your live, they’ll leave it again. Some of them will visit you. Back home or elsewhere. Others will leave in the night, catching an early bus and will be gone without saying another word. Some will keep in touch and others won’t. Sometimes you’ll bump into them along the way. A chance coincidence. Most of them, they’ll never see you again. Imagine the feeling, happening every 5 or 6 days. For the length of your trip. Maybe half a year of gaining and losing people. Maybe a year. Maybe only two weeks.


It’s not the end of the world. It’s part of traveling. Part of life. For me it’s a heart-wrenching and the most complex feeling I’ve ever had: being excited, happy and looking forward to what is yet to come while being incredibly sad. Heartbroken and happy. Especially when traveling alone. Luckily, encountering other people is easy on the road. And while time passes, you’ll always remember the time of your life in that small coast town. Or big city life. Or that five day sweat spilling jungle hike. Or the day you had to leave your travel buddy after 5 weeks of spending time together. But actually, traveling is pretty awesome. You’ll meet the nicest people, end up with the craziest stories and have memories that last you the rest of your life.

Mango – memories from San Juan.

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Anke Roosendans

illustrator / travel addict / architecture lover / crazy about mid-century modern design

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