As a plane lifts off from Brisbane, Australia bound for Auckland, New Zealand, a man gazes out the window and begin to weep. When his distress becomes impossible to ignore, the woman sitting next to him puts her arms around him. Introductions are made. The man shares his secrets. The woman is a good listener. She has made this trip many times before, but never as profitably as this.
Ah, travel. We select our bits and pieces – trappings of the person we plan, briefly, to be – and pack them with our expectations, as luggage. In transit – when we are no longer one thing and not yet another – we leave our obligations and impossibilities behind for a while. In the hours before arrival we can be anything. Become anyone.
Travel, the business of getting from here to there, offers us the ultimate escape from the everyday. Relief. Reinvention. A space in time to discover what we think.
We are not quite ourselves on planes, and boats, and trains.
Where can I read it?
Perilous Adventures. Find it here>