It’s not everyday that the mind will agree to go against the grain, but when it does, it’s always bliss. My moment of unorthodox rebellion was a few days ago. Life had enjoyed beating me up proper. I was on the verge of a semi breakdown, pushing myself to the edge on the little fumes that were left. So when I saw the last straw, I bailed and took to my first love, Travel.
This was the first time I have done an unplanned road trip. One that had only the arrival point on the list, but no itinerary to it. A road trip that I deliberately chose to leave my beloved ‘Bien’ behind and take to the roads with less control of my stop overs or my arrival times.
I decided to run away, this time to the comfort of solitude and strange locations. Armed with at least 60 GB of video data and music to last me a millennium, I scavenged for the easiest means to a destination so far. SGR was my first bet but as I looked at the bookings for Wednesday on Sunday, the entire 8 am train was booked leaving me with an afternoon train that will leave me at least 3 hrs away from my destination. I wasn’t ready to sleep in the dark.
My most disliked means of transport was the only option to this, a bus ride to Malindi. To avoid losing a day, I chose to travel at night and wake up to a sunrise that would be proud of my arrival. I love strangers but I dislike buses, but the promise of the white beaches gave me a reason to persevere. As the bus’ turbos roared with the depression of Abdala’s heavy foot, I chose to zone out and await the arrival. I put on my headphones on and the music rung loud! I am really doing this!!