Somehow we constantly get reminded by everyone how dangerous traveling is. Usually it’s by people who have never traveled before, but according to them it’s more dangerous to be abroad than to be home… yea ight.
But for the sake of this post, let’s just say that I believe this “I am risking my life by traveling” rant, and I become a traveler that knows how dangerous traveling is and still do it.
Then, I guess the next logical thing to do would be to write my eulogy. Why my eulogy? Well because I want everyone to know that if I should die while traveling that … well that I died. Shit happens …
But beyond those obvious points, I want everyone to know that if I should die while traveling that …
… I was only able to die because I was actually living.
… I will miss stuffing my face on cheap street food, especially Pupusas.
… I took a lot of cold showers, slept in a lot of uncomfortable beds, and lived on almost nothing, yet I loved every second of it.
… I clearly wasn’t very lucky. After all, only the lucky ones survive.
… I am finally debt free, and Sallie Mae can kiss my ass.
If I should die while traveling you should know that …
… I want to be buried with my backpack so I can continue my journey in the afterlife.
… my mother will probably wake me up from my eternal sleep, slap me and yell “I told you that travel shit was dangerous” and then kill me a second time.
… I want to work a 9-to-5 in the afterlife to see what all the hype is about … ummm on second thought … fuck that shit.
… I dodged a bullet … the American Dream bullet that is!
If I should die while traveling you should know that …
… I won’t be leaving much possessions behind but you are welcome to take my stained shirts and super glued slippers, and divide them among yourselves.
… I won’t be paying for my own funeral. Sorry this nomad’s life keeps me broke.
… if there’s bed bugs or sand flies where I am, I am coming back.
… and if heaven doesn’t have beaches like Jamaica, I am gonna demand a return ticket.
If I should die while traveling you should know that …
… I am gonna try to instagram a pic of me chilling in the clouds. I bet no one will have that one!
… I will be drinking beer and exchanging travel stories with Christopher McCandless, Marco Polo, and Jack Kerouac.
… I didn’t arrive at my “grave safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather [I] skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!” -Hunter S. Thompson
… I will be wondering if by writing this post I jinxed myself … Oh well, guess I will have to find out.
… this post was inspired by fellow traveler, Gabby at Packslight
If you died today would you be content with your life? Or better yet, are you even alive to die in the first place?
I’ve just come across this, thanks for the credit and I’m happy to have inspired your twist on my article! xo
Dude, loved this. Absolutely loved it – and agree 100% with the mum part! Mine would do the same!!
Amazing stuff, can’t wait to read more of your blog. Thank you :)
Moms can be so predictable at time lol! Glad you enjoy it, Joanne!
Love this! :D
I’m gonna send this to my parents. (Hi Dad!) :P
Thanks Mel! Glad you enjoyed it! I doubt your parents will be happy about this one! lol
I would certainly be happy that I’d given it my best shot and okay it would be game over but it’ll do, and after all isn’t death the ultimate journey into the unknown ? PS I super-glue my slipper too ha ha !! I’m rather hoping that if there’s enough left of me to cremate that my ashes will be scattered across the sea from my dragon boat team in Hong Kong. Happy travels, before or after….
YES Ben, death is definitely the ultimate journey into the unknown! Never really thought about it but so true! PS I love knowing that I am not the only one who does certain things :P !
Happy travels to you too and thanks for stopping by!
I’ve never been closer to terrorism than in my own backyard. Letting fear rule your life is paralyzing. Great post! -Sarah
Thanks Sarah, and you are right fear shouldn’t be the leading force in anyone’s life because it will only paralyze them!
Oh em gee! I would swear on my favorite suitcase that we were sisters in a past life. I remember writing my will and testament when I was younger whenever our city had a hurricane warning. LOL! I’ve always had a tendency to be dramatic.
There has been so much talk about the dangers of traveling and your point of the dangers of home are spot on. The Middle East is warning their residents about travel to the USA for goodness sakes!
Now, I couldn’t help but smile when you mentioned the pestilence of bedbugs and sandflies. I’ve experienced both and if your afterlife is full of them, you may not have made it to heaven! Loved this post and your site for that matter. Happy travels!
Hey Michaela, your comment definitely gave me a laugh, and hey who knows maybe we are long lost sisters!
Thanks for showing Road Affair some love! Appreciate it :)
P.s. Love your post about losing your travel virginity (clever :)
This is surprisingly cool even though the theme of death is forlorn. Travelers all the way—even to the afterlife!
YES!!! “Travelers all they way even in the afterlife!”