Brain Fart
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Was staring at the chicken rotating inside the microwave when something just clicked in my mind. Perhaps I should take a trip somewhere within Australia by myself?
The most major solo trip I made was just a trip into the city. It didn't really matter to people that I went alone into the city until they learnt that I did it without a purpose. "Just for fun", as the saying goes. I strolled the streets, visited the Melbourne Museum and explored the Shrine of Remembrance at the Royal Botanical Gardens. I felt awkward being the odd sock amongst a variety of pairs and bundled packs. However, I did also feel a sense of serenity. The exact same feeling I had while sitting by the lake in Cradle Mountain, Tasmania.
I've always wanted to see the Ayers Rock up in the Northern Territories and the only thing that is holding me back is the lack of trip partners. The thought of going solo is as exciting as it is scary. I find security in numbers simply because I can step back and be someone else's responsiblity. Not to mention the hotels' singles rates! How do people who have no quims about travelling alone do it? Perhaps it's time to step out off that circle of comfort. Other than walking into a random hair salon to have my hair coloured for the first time, a solo trip to Ayers, if I do not chicken out (my apologies to the chicken that is now making its own solo trip through my digestive system) would be the single most brash thing that I'll ever do. I might do it in June when it's not so hot... just might... |
