Uncertainty of the unknown!
The reason I travel…
It was in 1778, with the goal of crossing the Northwestern passage, when James Cook discovered Hawaii. Half a year later, this is where he found his death in a battle with Hawaiian natives. At this time, Cook had circumnavigated the world twice, both eastward and westward.
Alexander von Humboldt cannot compete with the outstanding mileage of Cook. Yet he has left his footprint in the history of great travellers by following his overwhelming thirst for knowledge. And he supported numerous areas of science with his exemplary research during his travels through Latin America.
When I travel, I am far from earning the same significance as James Cook or Alexander von Humboldt. No history book will print my name along the lines of Christopher Columbus or Marco Polo. Yet, apart from the impact on humankind, I share some very similar experiences with these great explorers during my trips.
The fascination of travelling lies in the uncertainty of the unknown. Every mile that Columbus sailed westward was a ride into uncertainty. An uncertainty that the most people of his time declared to lead to certain death. Every day of my travels takes me to new terrain and awaits with new challenges, which I need to tackle repeatedly. When leaving the monotony of everyday life, I am entering the insecurity of continuous alteration. The daily routine fades, adaptation and compromise prevail. Centuries ago, the great explorers merely followed assumptions and unverified hypothesis, while nowadays I can prepare. But can I? Up to a certain degree, modern technologies allow for a knowledge structure that facilitates my adventures. Yet, I still need to trust the stranger, embrace the unfamiliar, cope with my emotions, my doubt and my exhaustion. Is it then, that when my comfort zone is out of sight, that I find freedom?
“Do just once what others say you can’t do, and you will never pay attention to their limitations again.” (James Cook)
When I define freedom by widening limitations, and when I constantly stretch my mind, body and soul towards a new direction, then I will feel free. The freedom’s only boundary is my own anxiety. And by overcoming anxiety, by broadening my horizon and by feeding my curiosity on a daily basis, I do reach at least a sense of freedom. This feeling is the travel drug, the pill that causes addiction and which stings like a bee whenever I am stuck home for too long.
The last true explorer was Neil Armstrong. After he stepped on the surface of the moon, no human truly discovered new territory again, or could have done so. Everything is already discovered, measured, mapped and largely it is possible to book it online. Even space flights are available if you bring some cash. Despite this rather depressive news, uncountable adventures still await us. We can still explore with every trip, with every step. They might be small steps for mankind, but giant leaps for a man.
As long as blood runs through my veins, as long as curiosity strikes my thoughts, and as long as I can enjoy the sight of a smiling stranger, I will explore the unknown!