Welcome To The Jungle
Ten years ago, in November 2001, I flew to Mexico to meet a guy I briefly study with when I was in Beijing in 1999. He was Canadian, I was French. We had stayed in touch by email between 1999 and 2001.
In fall 2001, he was about to embark on a trip from Mexico to Brazil by bus and had asked if I wanted to come. I had just graduated from high school and I had just completed my first work experience in Hong Kong. I was free. I wanted to travel. I had never been to the Americas.
“Sure,” I said with as much confidence as I could muster.
That guy was Feng. He picked me up at the airport in Mexico City. My plane was late, I barely spoke English and he didn’t speak French. I was jetlagged and he had a cold.
“Worst case scenario,” I thought, “if we don’t hit it off as travel partners, I’ll roam around Mexico for a while by myself. Looks like a great place anyway.”
I was 18 and I wanted to travel the world. I was on my way of becoming a travel junkie.
We hit it off.
I had told my parents I was going to spend a couple of weeks in Mexico. I came home four months later after backpacking through Central and South America, and after coming back to Canada with Feng.
Ten years later, Feng and I are still together. I moved to Canada, became a Canadian citizen and we have explored dozens of countries together.
This time of the year has come again. After an exciting and busy year work-wise, I need a break, I need my freedom back. A new beginning, maybe.
I’m still a travel junkie. I’m afraid there is no cure for it.
On December 14, Feng and I will land in Cancún, Mexico, for seven weeks of travel. As usual, we have no defined travel plans. We will go wherever the chicken buses will take us. This will be our third time in Mexico and Central America. The last time we were here was in 2003-04, right before I moved to Canada. I’m curious to see if it changed.
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