Notes from the road – edition 16: Illness, injury, and long-term travel
I had hoped that my week long stint of illness during my transition from Bali to Sri Lanka would be the last time I was sick for a while. In the past, these types of sicknesses had seemed to toughen my immunity against another attack.
Sadly, this was not the case and I was again sick this week with fever, muscle weakness, and a very upset stomach.
Thankfully, the health care here in India is incredibly cheap, and it only took me 3 days to be back to full health.
Niggly injuries have plagued me for a lot of my life, and they are always the most frustrating. Not quite bad enough to stop completely, but enough to make you feel like you’re being held back.
Normally, I would push through the pain without much thought for the consequences, however, doing my Yoga Teacher training has taught me a lot about listening to what my body is telling me. My left knee and wrist have both been niggling at me all week, so I’ve been taking it easy on them, not stretching them as much as I would normally, and sitting certain things out.
It’s been a change of pace and attitude that I have found to be really beneficial. Sitting out certain things means I’ve had the time to simply observe how others go about it and think about different approaches for myself, where normally I would dive in head first.
I’ll still have to be aware of these little niggles, but I’m very much looking forward to getting backing into the full swing of things this coming week.
Long term travel
I used to idolise long-term travel.
It seemed the ultimate dream, to board a plane with a one-way ticket and never look back.
The reality is far less romantic.
I have tried to give my attention completely this month to my Yoga Teacher training, but as the end of the month approaches, I find myself thinking more and more about ‘what next?’
Europe calls, but my bank balance nags at me, causing hesitation and uncertainty.
These are feelings that I thoroughly don’t enjoy sitting with, but don’t always have the power to dismiss. With any luck the coming week will help alleviate them.
India is a land of rituals. From the moment you wake, to the moment you fall asleep, your day is filled with them. Some are more interesting than others, but all serve their purpose.
On Sundays we get the day to ourselves and our gracious hosts organise an optional excursion for us. This week it was to witness the regular fire ceremony that takes place on the banks of the Ganges River. After nearly two full weeks without touching my camera, it felt good to feel its weight in my hands again. The familiar smooth black metal and plastic buttons and dials controlling mechanisms of all shapes and sizes to capture a moment in time.
Here are a few snaps from the evening.
Until next week, happy voyaging!