Ob.ses.sion: The domination of one’s thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea, desire, etc.
Travel has shaped my life. Travel has taught me much about the world. The good. The bad. The ugly. In many ways Travel is my life. But sometimes things can get out of hand…
I am obsessed. Completely obsessed.
You see I have this little bug inside my brain that won’t let me stop. It keeps whispering in my ear “Keep going Leon”. It won’t leave me alone. Whatever I do. Wherever I am. The whispers continue.
This is where I reveal what the voices are saying.
I hope by sharing my truth with you, you won’t call the chaps in white coats to take me away. If you do, I wont go! Nothing is going to stop me from nurturing and one day completing my obsession. Nothing.
Well, nearly dying in a Romanian car crash came rather close. A bout of acute appendicitis in the Pacific Ocean had the audacity of trying to derail my dream. Oh yes, lets not forget the mudslide on my way back from Machu Pichu that attempted to wash away my dreams along with the train tracks. You will not stop me. Oh no. You will not.
Moment of revelation fast approaching…
Here goes. I am obsessed with visiting 100 countries. My mind is haunted by the nirvana of reaching my 100th country.
I once took a 6-hour detour to have tea in Luxembourg. I faced the wrath of border guards in El Salvador as I tried to reach beyond the gates of the airport on a layover. (If I find my way out of the airport and touch land I count that as a country visited).
I won’t stop.
Every time I find myself in a new country I get a high. A bolt of adrenaline surges through my soul. I get to experience the sights and sounds of a new environment. A new place. A new world. I get to explore. I get to meet a new part of myself. An inner place that is awakened when I see and feel something new. Life happens in these moments.
Second moment of revelation fast approaching…
So, Leon how many countries have you been to? How close are you to reaching your 100-country goal. Your own personal place of nirvana. Tell us. Tell us. Just f**king tell us! Oh all right then. I am at 63 countries and counting.
The irony of all this is that when I do reach 100 I probably wont be satisfied. 150 will be the next target. By that time I will either be in rehab for travel addicts or driving my grandchildren crazy with my weird and wonderful travelogues. Including the time I was nearly eaten by a lion whilst walking through the bush in South Africa…