Day Nine: Travel Alone

We began our day on an old styled, charming train ride through the mountains. It was extensively scenic and sweet.  We al knew we were nearing the end of our trip and you could almost feel the eyes fall intently on the foreign beauty of Australia, wishing for it to never leave. When the train ended we were brought to a small village on the mountainside, witch was quaint and had extremely pleasant people. It was a quick trip, we soon left the village and headed towards the wet tropics, a brilliant rainforest. We spent a good amount of time in airlifts, which make even me nervous at times.  We ended up at an aboriginal area and watched a traditional and entertaining performance filled with song and dances. We each got to try our hand at boomerang and spear throwing. I was nervous and sunk back into my shy little ball and hid in the corner hoping I wouldn’t have to throw and fail in fount of everyone, but some boy from our trip just had to notice my stupid pink shirt and convince me to go and try, another instance of being forced out of my comfort zone, and honestly I do owe this boy because I probably would have regretted not going up.

            For dinner my group ate at the food court, we headed to the hotel a little earlier than a lot of the other students, which was great under the circumstances. Amanda and I got the chance to pack and pull a little joke on our roommate, one that would have been funnier if EVERYTHING didn’t go wrong, but it was a fun idea and in the end we were all giggles.

            

Could I travel on my own? I think I could, don’t get me wrong I know that it would be frightening and I would probably have several awkward or depressing moments, but hey what doesn’t really kill you makes you stronger right. The main reason I think I could travel alone is because I think I need to. Sometimes when you’re with people you know you fall into whom you portray yourself as. Sometimes to really grow you need to become someone who is either so completely you venerable and open or become someone else and explore who you truly are. When traveling with people this is exceeding difficult, I mean how can you turn your back on yourself without turning it on them? If I ever do, or really when I venture out on my own I will have understanding of what I’m taking on, and I will not fear it, I hope. I understand the responsibility not only to yourself but also to your country when you travel, what you’re representing and what you’re showing the world. I believe that understanding is another reason I could travel alone; this understanding and this respect for not only for the culture around you but also for your own is need when traveling. I’ve waited to long for a chance for something where I truly grow and I think that burning hunger for that change will drive me to jump head first into an adventure, even if I’m alone.