One Wild Journey, One Crazy Couple, One Life to Live
How the hell anyone has time to write a blog, let alone read one, I don’t know. But I guess I am going to find out.
I am a Canadian working overseas. I’ve been bouncing from country to country for about 20 years. At this stage, I can’t imagine life any other way. At one stage, I couldn’t have imagined it at all. I remember my old boss telling me all about her nieces and nephews in Vancouver, and the rest of her family in Holland. I was in Toronto at the time. I asked her how she could actually choose to live apart from her family and friends. She said she didn’t choose it, the life chose her. I guffawed, thinking that was such a cliché. I couldn’t imagine being away from my family – they are everything to me.
Now, here I am many years later living in Afghanistan. I have been here for five years. Before that was Sudan, and before that was Indonesia, and before that was Angola and Ethiopia– you get the picture … guffaw.
I think travel really does choose you. It eats you up and swallows you whole so you can never escape. Once you have the bug, you are infected for life. I caught the bug when I was 18. Unfortunately, 20 years later, I caught a different ‘bug’ – one called Crohn’s Disease (CD). If you are reading this, you may already know what it is all about. If you don’t, you probably don’t care. Just put it this way, it is a horrific, life-altering, body disintegrating affliction. No longer is traveling an easy task. I would imagine traveling with kids is a complete game changer (I wouldn’t know), but traveling with CD in some of the countries I live in is hell. Imagine sitting in a rotary wing plane with no bathroom when your intestine decides to do a little dance, which in turn sends its contents hurtling for the exit door, banging it open, whether that exit door is locked or not!
I had a choice. Give up travel and go home to the prescribed cocktail of drug options, or find a way to deal with my new friend CD. I chose the latter. Through this blog I will tell you some stories as to how I am regaining my health and will bring you along on some of my travels. I am putting together a good read list that includes books not only on health, but also on travel and some plain feel-good reads. Additionally, I will keep you up to date on my KABULto CORK plans. Hubby and I are organizing a trip of a lifetime in a ’68 beetle from Kabul, Afghanistan to Cork, Ireland.
I may also stick in a few rants and raves along the way. For instance, I am about to head out to hike the Wakhan. The Wakhan Corridor is the long arm ofAfghanistanthat shakes hands withChina. I am on bureaucratic step number three hundred and twelve (or so it seems) to get there. Expected arrival date: July 14.
Watch this space!