Two and a half months into my remote working experiment and I must say I reckon I am getting the hang of it. I have come to the end of the New Zealand portion of my travels and am now moving into my travel proper. I’m on my way to my first stop Belgrade, currently sitting in the transit lounge in Melbourne writing this (sorry Melbourne peeps, its just a fly through).
The Tongariro crossing is regarded as one of the greatest single day treks in New Zealand if not the world, so it seemed only fitting that before I head off for adventures around the world that I complete one at home while I am there.
Moving on from Rotorua early, we headed up to Thames for a spot of lunch - stopping only to take the obligatory giant L&P bottle photo with mum (Kiwi’s will know).
Next stop in my New Zealand tour is to spend a week up in the Coromandel with my Mum, Sister and Brother in law.
As a part of our Remote Year they organise ‘Local tracks’, organised activities designed to immerse us in the culture of our current environment. They are loosely based around tourist activities but ones that are not so common or as easily accessible.
It seems just yesterday I was arriving at my place in Split, now I am required to pack my life back into bags and set sail for my next location. I swear thats the last time I cry ‘poor me’ about how fast this year is going by.
Right now I am half way through my first month that means 1/24th through my RemoteYear year. They say time in RemoteYear is a Schrödinger-esq paradox, simultaneously feeling like we have been in country for ages and known each other for years - whilst at the same time streaming past so fast it’s not long before we are preparing for the next country. This is something I now understand, this is my first blog post since arriving simply because it doesn’t feel like I have been here long - but now we are talking about Prague, our next stop!
Due to a change in my Remote Year program, I find myself in Belgrade, Serbia with a full day to kill. My original itinerary was cancelled, but I was offered a far superior (IMO) set of destinations starting off in Croatia - also RemoteYear paid for the change in plans so no complaints there. However I had already procured my inbound flights to Belgrade (the previous starting location). I decided to keep my plans and spend a bit of time solo exploring before joining the Remote Year group.
After the hectic (and sometimes boozy) pace of Asia landing in Bali felt as close to home as I have come for quite some months. Despite the scammy taxi drivers and hectic traffic, I found the place calming.
I love Asia, I always have - travelling it how I am now is giving me a whole new appreciation for the diversity of the region. We are into our third month in Asia and each country has been so different to the other it’s hard to believe its the same part of the world.
The end of Remote Year was a fitting send off, a two day party in a mansion outside of Mexico City. As the first night drew to a close the first of the Kaizen’s started to say their goodbyes and make their way off. The stream of people turned into a torrent as more and more headed to their next destinations, some headed home, some headed to ‘friends’ they had met on their travels and some like me, not quite ready to head home went in search of a little more adventure.
Pinch me. My Remote Year has ended, how did that happen? The last thing I remember is meeting my 50 “Tramily” all the way back in Split - “Travel family”, Uggh, one of a few new terms I visibly gagged at when first hearing but have since come to accept. Now twelve months have passed and we are bidding each other farewell in Mexico.
The day started in earlier than usual at 3:15am after arriving in Uyuni the previous night. There were vague excuses given about possible road closures. Once on the road our driver tells us there are protests about living conditions in the city and they are setting up roadblocks to disrupt. He explains that we’ll take a back road and should be fine.
Our tour officially begins with a briefing in our hotel in Lima in the evening where we get to meet a few of our tour group. The nature of the tour is such that we will pick up new members as we travel along, we are told amongst other things that it’ll be a 4am start - as we eventually find out, the first of many, something about these tour planners I feel like they are morning people.
After so much travel it was bound to happen, so much seamless travel - I was running the gauntlet of good fortune, the tide would surely would turn some day. That day turned out to be today (or few days, I’m a little confused about timezones and how long I have been traveling).