Regrets. I’ve a had few. But then again, too many to mention. Perhaps wagging lectures with a bottle of cheap champagne in one hand and some equally cheap young crumpet in the other may not have been the best thing for my higher education. (Mind you right now its a very tempting prospect. In the absence of Jermaine Clement and/or Bret McKenzie to wag with I’d even consider doing this with my husband.) Similarly perhaps getting loaded with work colleagues regularly on a Friday evening was not the best path to career advancement. The time would have been better spent searching for more suitable drinking companions.
Yes I’ve made a complete wally of myself more times than I’d care to admit to and yes if I could do it all again I hope I’d do it all with a bit more class. Nevertheless as the cliche goes its not what I did but what I didn’t do that forms the basis of any regrets I have now. I didn’t do the great adventure travel thing in my youth and if the Tardis were to drop me back in the early 1990s I’d sort that situation out along with my wayward eyebrows, frizzy hair and baggy pants.
Travel has always been a tantalizing prospect for the future. In my early 20s I was desperately trying to find some career traction (without much luck) as well as an appropriately dashing partner to travel with. I found him but not content with merely being bowled over by his charm I was hit for six by glandular fever. (Cricket metaphors now?). My recovery was too slow for his limited tolerance and he left for the Motherland without me.
The next thing I knew I’d saddled myself with a mortgage and paying it down with my humble salary scored top billing. This Herculean task took precedence over just about everything including having a life. It took 8 years but I did it with no husbandly input. Fast forward through a few more lacklustre jobs and unFassworthy relationships and whammo I’m 35. At this point I was shacked up with Dadabs and overdue to start a family. Backpacking around Europe was once again demoted to the bottom of the To Do list.
At 42 my roots are so deeply entrenched it would take a fleet of excavators to dig them out. Dadabulous spent around 3 years in Paris and talks about taking me back there – someday. This conversation is always met with enthusiasm but there’s contention about what to do with girls and whether its acceptable to dump them on Grandmabulous for a few weeks. We are fortunate enough to have the means to travel but are too bogged down with obligations. Inconveniently kids need to go to school and that software business wont run itself.
The dream may be on the back burner but it is still alive – a bit like a candle in the wind. It won’t happen over night, it might not even until we’re in our 60s but I am determined it will happen. I will have travel adventures before I die. I’ve even sketched out a list of dream destinations.
Team Abulous has actually been in British Columbia for four amazing days. I found out later that Dadabs was considering proposing atop Mt Whilster. Now that would have been spectacular! Four days was just enough for both of us to realize that we need more of this kind of thing.
Putting aside the nasty cocaine business, military dictatorships and grinding poverty the whole continent sounds amazing. I want to see all of it – from the tropical Caribbean countries to the tip of Argentina.
The Gili Islands
Who doesn’t want to uncover that elusive tropical paradise? Its said that the Gilis are like Bali was 50 years ago before the tourists moved in and ruined it man.
Its a favored destination of the SAD crowd (See Australia and Die) because its prohibitively expensive and accessible only by guided tours. Still it looks mind blowing.
And just a little further to the south at Nigaloo Reef you may be fortunate enough to meet with this fellow.
Have you been to any of these places and would you recommend the experience? What is on your dream destination list?