A Journey, Part 1. The Traveller

On this day in 1997, I was in Hungary in ancient the town of Eger.  Hayley and I had left The UK two weeks earlier on the start of our road trip from Camden Town to our home in Simon’s Town at the Southern tip of Africa.  We were travelling in “Fritz”, our old Mercedes 300GD who is still part of the family, though now retired to a farm in the Karoo.

It was a journey that would take us eight months to complete and would lead us through 21 countries before reaching home.  We had no detailed agenda.  We knew we would head across Europe and somehow down the east coast of Africa, but the details of which borders were passable and which routes unsafe was sketchy at best. We’d tried to find out as much as we could before leaving but it soon became clear that most of what we needed to know would only be found out on the journey itself.  It’s possible to travel from the UK to South Africa without ever leaving terra firma, and though this was my lofty goal at the outset, I knew it was unlikely as all Sundanese land borders had been closed for many years.

We’d travelled extensively in Europe before and as we headed east across Europe, the reality of the journey settled in and with it, the excitement and apprehension about the new places, new cultures, and new experiences to come.  Once we passed Vienna, the freezing weather seemed suddenly to intensify and we could hardly wait to get away from all the snow and ice and into the warmer countries further South.  I didn’t know at the time that the people and places I would encounter along the way would have a lasting and fundamental impact on my world view and outlook.

I’ve come to accept that at heart, I am a traveller and never really happy unless I’m on some kind of journey where I’m aware that I’m undergoing change. These needn’t be journeys in the literal sense as this overland trip was – many experiences in life end up taking us on metaphorical journeys instead; We may meet new people, assume new roles, change our outlooks, or fall in love. Looking back, I’ve found that it’s only really through life’s journeys that I’ve grown as a person, and common to all journeys seems to be that the greater the challenge and the deviation from the norm, the greater the growth that comes.

Some of my journeys have been planned and others have started completely out of the blue. Some have come to and end soon after starting and others have lasted indefinitely. I used to think that at some point in my life I would be able to stop becoming and just “be”. Perhaps some people do, but I’ve come to accept that there is at least one journey I’m on that will never end. It’s the quest to discover my true self, and my place and purpose.

I searched for God and found only myself. I searched for myself and found only God. – Sufi Proverb.