Prologue - Growing up
A wise man once said to me "30 is not the age to start growing up, 35 is..."
Between my 24th and 28th I did an ample amount of travelling. Sold my house, quit my job (twice), and spent pretty much every penny I earned on travelling. But as I reached my thirties, I suddenly found myself staring at something that resembled a career and my travels were limited to no more than a month per year.
But in the back of my mind I always had this thought: "I have to do one more big journey before I turn 35".
It seems that the older you get, the faster time goes goes by. It was about a year ago that I suddenly realised 35 was rapidly approaching and I had to put my money where my mouth was and start planning.
However, things have changed a bit since the last time I did this. While I'm not overly fussed about leaving my job, I don't want to sell my house this time. I mean, it was ok when at 26 I returned bankrupt, unemployed and homeless and had to move back in with my mum. Yet 10 years later I simply don't see this happening again. So I'd have to find a way to take half a year off from work, without the need to sell my house.
Secondly I had to start looking at possible destinations. The Himalaya area was still very high on my list, so I started looking at routes to get there, and soon discovered that my planned timeframe (June-December 2009) would not be the right season for any of the countries I was thinking of visiting. This coupled with some changes in my personal situation, meant that I would be much better off postponing my trip to March/April 2010 instead.
So...
35 is not the age to start growing up at all...
36 is!
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