My motion through Time

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shicek — Fri, 3 Apr 2015 13:43:00 GMT

I am an Ocean Virgin

shicek — Fri, 3 Apr 2015 13:35:00 GMT

All the sounds came to a sudden stop as I plunged into this vast silence of the ocean. Time had slowed down. I was afraid that the saline water would sting my eyes if i opened them, but it didnt. I had never opened my eyes under water before. It was a strange visual experience. The water was a much thicker medium than air and everything had a bluish tinge to it. I was probably a feet under water, feeling weightless, floating gently looking around trying to see as much as I could, as I had to reach the surface soon to breathe again. I held on tightly to Parvez's hands. I stole a lglance at my own body and was surprised at how pretty it looked in the ocean. It was a beautiful sight. My body had never looked so beautiful to me before. And just as my eyes shifted from my body I saw something orange in the distant. A shock ran down my spine and I surfaced quickly to take a breath. i was not sure what I had seen. I could not wait to go immerse in the ocean again to get a better look at it. Holding onto Parvez's hands I went under the water again. It was in the bottom of the ocean, orange, extremely still. I could not recognize what it was because I had never seen it before. But I knew I had fallen in love with whatever it was. This time when I hit the surface I asked Parvez if he knew anyting about it as he had just returned from a swim. I could not believe when he told me it was a coral reef. A CORAL REEF! This was unbelievable. Unreal.

Peering through the clearest blue waters, I was looking around as much as I could and as quickly as possible while holding on to Parvez's hand -this time with only hand, using the other to navigate. The waters were pretty deep. I could have easily drowned as I didnt know how to swim. But I was experiencing something so exciting that I could not get enough of it. Time was not on my side as we had to leave in another 10-15 minutes to catch the ferry which would take us back to the main island of Puerto Rico. It was the last day of my trip. I felt helpless because at that given time, all I wanted in the world was to be there and get as much of the beautiful waters as I could. Its a feeling hard to describe. I also deeply regretted not knowing how to swim. Well, let me correct that. I had learnt swimming 2 days ago in the swimming pool of our resort by an elderly gentleman from New York. He taught me to how to advance in waters, a skill I quickly learnt. What I didnt learn however was how to take a a co-ordinated breath. Every time I attempted to breathe i ended up swallowing water as I would either breathe too early or too late. The next day, I had jumped into the Atlantic, and with the support of my husband and friends who promised me they wouldnt let me die, I was riding wave after wave. Slowly I could feel my strokes getting stronger as my arms and limbs were working in better concert with each other. But I still could not co-ordinate well enough to take a safe breath. causing me to keep swallowing water. I kept doing this for atleast 2-3 hours. I called it quits when I felt that If I swallowed anymore water I would get hypernatremia. Another problem was I could not open my eyes in the ocean.

But that day in the Tamarindo beach was different. I felt at peace submerged under the water, and all the worldly sounds had come to a deafening silence. It was a sensory delight. I was seeing beautiful colors. Feeling the cool ocean with my skin. I felt happy. I didnt want to leave. Other snorkellers had reported seeing turtles earlier in the morning that day. TURTLES! If only I knew how to swim.

The ocean is this world that I know so little about. Swimming in the waters of Tamarindo Beach of Culebra has been one of the most special experiences of my life. It was fearful yet exciting. I guess I was experiencing an adrenaline rush. And I cannot wait to return. I definitley have some work to do before. At 30 years of age, trying to learn how to swim is a really difficult task, but its a skill I am desperate to acquire. I know I will return to the ocean again and hopefully will be go SCUBA diving one day. Cannot wait.

A Himalayan Native

shicek — Thu, 2 Apr 2015 11:15:00 GMT

My travel bug is constant. Reminds me constantly how I should rather be travelling. It nags and frustrates me that I am not. It creates this constant urge, a desire that draws me towards starting an unknown journey. I can proudly declare that I am in love with the unknown. And I have this thirst, this hunger to see as much of the unknown as I can. For one of my biggest fears is that life and health and responsibilities will consume my life so much that I will miss out on exploring the unknown.

Life is a constant journey, and in that we discover of so many things. I often like to dwell upon the journey of self discovery. I am not sure exactly when I developed this yearning for travel. I do remember however when I first recognized it. My medical school hostel in Nepal overlooked these gorgeous Himalayan mountains and valleys: Lush, green, dense, inviting, constantly calling me towards it. On days after rainfall, cleaner air would make it possible to appreciate its beauty better. And I would find myself staring at the mountains dreamily, in the hope that one day I will pack my bags and set foot on a journey. I didn't really have a destination in mind, but I knew I had to travel. Around the same point in time I read this book called- Into Thin Air- which recounts one of the worst Mt. Everest ascent disasters, killing a record 30-40 people including owners of adventure companies such as Mountain madness. The book had gripped my imagination and by the end of it I was this restless soul who would find no peace till I could set on a journey of my own. It made perfect sense to start in Nepal, because that book was based in Nepal which was also the country of my residence at that time. A journey to the Everest sanctuary was completley out of budjet for me, so instead, i opted to do a cheaper version of it. Annapurna Base Camp. I was quite possessed by it. But there were several things to be first figured out.

Money: I was poor, I had no money. I was doing my medicine internship that year and recieved a monthly stipend of Rs 1700, roughly 20-25 dollars. Most of that was used up on food. I didn't have anyone to possibly finance my journey except for my parents, which was out of question as our family was particularly hard hit by financial tragedy around that time. Anyhow, i started saving. Saving was tough because I used to donate to a local orphanage monthly. Anyway, I started putting aside a small fund to finance this madness that had overcome me.

Company: I knew I couldnt do this alone, because it is generally unsafe for women to travel alone in that part of the world. Or so we believed. I asked my friends if they wanted to climb the Himalayas with me. This particular friend who I adore said- ek toh pahad chadho, upar se paise bhi do! Agar koi mujhe paise de aur bole ki pahad chado tab toh me soch sakta hai. Paise dekar pahad chadna toh chutiyapa hai!- I will translate that some other day.

I did the Annapurna Base Camp trek in September 2008. It was an 11 day journey, traveled on foot. We roughly traversed 8 mountains to reach a small town Sanuali from where we made the final ascent to the base camp. Its been 7 years since then, and I have traveled to so many different countries since, but that trip continues to be The Epic Journey. It also started this new phase of travel in my life and now that passion for travel burns even stronger. I am not sure I will be able to fully recount those 11 days of my life- some details are lost to time, some have become blurry. But it awakened something inside me which almost defines my life now.

I am 30 years old, married, in the middle of my medicine resdiency which allows me only three weeks of vacation. My visa situation limits me currently from traveling outside of the United States. These limitations frustrate me and I feel trapped under circumstances of responsibility. But that fire for travel burns and I cannot wait till I can start exploring again.

There are so many places that I want to go to, which makes it particularly hard to decide on where to start and which destinations to pursue first. So I think I have found a solution. I have decided to organize destinations into three general categories. Destinations before becoming a parent. Destinations I can go to as a parent with kids/ family destinations. Destinations after I retire. Now most places that come to mind can easily fit in all categories. Like Paris. One can go to Paris in all phases of life, so pretty much most detinations can be crossed over into atleast 2 if not three categories. Nevertheless, I think this categorization although imperfect, so far is the only perfect solution. And hopefully I will go to Paris in each phase of my life.

Destinations before I become a parent:

1. Ascend Mount Kilimanjaro coupled with a wildlife safari. In the past several years of my life, i have thought about Kilimanjaro every single day. I have looked at various iterinaries on the internet, costs etc. It plagues my mind. And the thought of not being able to do it haunts me day and night. The reason why Kilimanjaro is on the top of my list is because I certainly know- I cannot ascend Kilimajaro while I am pregnant, a mother of a toddler or in the later decades of my life.

2. Patagonia: Chile and Argentina. Same reason. I want to push my phycial capabilities while they can be pushed. Not when I have osteoarthritis of my hips.

Destinations before becoming a parent:

On top of my list:

1. Galapagos

2. Cuba

3. Niger (country of my favorite artist in the world: Bombino)

4. Mongolia

5. Iceland

6. India: Northeast (Meghalaya, nagalnd, arunachal), North: Laddakh, Zanskar Valley, Central and West: Rajasthan, South: Kerala, Goa, Andaman and Nicobar Islands

7. China (countryside), Tibet

Destinations on top of my husband's list:

1. Barcelona

2. Europe in general

3. Morocco

4. Bali

5. Peru/ macchu Picchu

6. Japan

7. Australia and New Zealand

8. Any country with a food scene (my husbands priorities are his taste buds. He has the alter ego of Anthony Bourdain)

Destinations most feasible with my current visa situation:

US and US territory and some more countires: Hawaii, US virgin Islands, PR, Canada, Mexico

Destinations as parents:

1. Travel within United States and Canada. National Parks. Carribean.

Destinations after retirement

1. Europe

2. Carribean

The list is young, disorganized. It will we grow as we grow. But its atleast something. And those problems I was referring to before the Annapurna Base camp trek. While the problem of company is solved because my husband has an equally itching travel bug and we both are always ready to travel, we still need to save up. And part of the reason why we dont have savings is because we traveled atleast 2-3 times each year for the past 5 years. But we will figure it out. Hopefully.