A New Chapter Begins

As we left the beaches and volcanoes of Southern Nicaragua our next stop was to visit the two colonial towns of Granada and Leon. After the colonial history burst we planned to visit the highlands of Nicaragua, to a town called Esteli, and thus complete our set of the travelling hotpot of altitudes, climates and adventure. Although a very much subconscious decision at the time, in hindsight it was evident that we were searching. Searching for what, we weren’t sure; some energy, some drive to carry on, a rise out of a travelling slump that we found ourselves in, some passion and excitement at the wonderful cultures and views that we were experiencing. We had left Costa Rica a mere 8 days ago before entering the cobbled streets of Granada, but something in us had changed. We were tired. Tired both mentally and physically. The gregarious imposing churches were no longer exciting, intriguing or gregariously imposing. The lakes, volcanoes, hills, town squares, museums, local food, beers, cultures and people were either becoming common place or annoying. We didn’t have the enthusiasm or drive that we started out with, the enthusiasm or drive that bought us to these far off magical lands, the enthusiasm or drive to get excited about the next city or town. We wanted to give these amazing places more of our time and passion, but were finding it increasingly hard to find that energy as easily as waking up and being enthused about the day ahead. We were in the travelling blues! I’d been in them before, seen them before in other people, experienced them first hand; this weird phenomenon that around the three to four month mark of a long trip backpackers loose the focus and wonder what they are doing. Some of the time people come out of them; sometimes they don’t and leave early, other times people carry on in vain attempts to find the lost passion that they had when they first jumped off the initial plane into the adventure that awaited them. We knew we had to do something and spent a few nights over a few beers talking about what we personally wanted over the next 2-3 months. Our plans changed almost hourly, some purely through hypothetical conversations, some more defined and purposeful like trying to buy bus tickets to Panama, and others through research with twenty different flight prices and times open on the laptop. What did we want? We came to two conclusions. Firstly that we needed a change; be that in culture, lifestyle, or continent, and secondly that we needed an end date. We realised mentally we needed a stop point, not a vague open-ended season that we might be home, but a flight booked home, or at least to some next stage in our journey. We battled these inner demons for a wile before coming to the conclusion that travelling through Central America was coming to an end for us. With my mum and uncle arriving into Mexico for a holiday we used that as a date to meet up with them, and then devised extraordinary plans afterwards of myself flying to New Zealand then onto Vancouver to see my sister and friends respectively, with Han flying to Tel Aviv to visit a friend who had moved there previously and she hadn’t seen for a while, before both meeting back up in the UK near the end of February. Suddenly our journey to far away lands sprang back to life. We had an end point, a focus, a drive, a goal to work towards; the grass started to grew greener on our side of the fence, the sun was not a hot sweat inducing annoyance, but a warmth giving ball of energy, and we were once again motivated, intoxicated with excitement of what was to come and what had come to pass. We made future plans...