June 12th, 2014 – BSLL
I am writing tonight to capture the silence of the cabin. It is past 10pm and everyone had gone to bed ages ago. Back in the U.S., I was usually the one to stay up well into the hours of the night, past the normalized sleeping times and receiving much less than the recommended daily allowance of quickly moving eye cycles. Here it is no different as I make my close-to-midnight musings by a candlelit backdrop. This has been the time nearly every night as well. There is ample opportunity to have a functional amount of sleep but for some reason I find an activity that is apparently more worthy of my time. And then when I do finally make it to the sticky and grimy mattress coverings of my mosquito net bunk, I lay awake and think of life in America and how things will change when I come back. I think I like living outside of traditionalized American society. Part of it is my adventuring seeking side, but the other half is still looking for somewhere that I know I belong.
June 13th, 2014 – Tumbaco
I easily said goodbye and good riddance to Lalo Loor in exchange for the adventures awaiting me in Tiputini. I didn’t hesitate to pack my life and uproot it, evident in the absence of the longing look back at the entrance of the reserve as our bus accelerated towards the past so we could make our way to the future. There are indeed a few perks from living back in Tumbaco. For one, we have a working sewer system complete with flush toilets and temperature-controlled showers. And limited access to internet. Not that I really rely on it that much. But it is here that I can get back into the swing of things.
Lately, I don’t even keep track of the days. All I know are the number days since I have arrived in Ecuador. I did not know that it was Friday the 13th. Today seemed anything but unlucky though. It was very normal, which means that I believe that I have become accustomed to this way of life. The traveler’s life suits me. This experience has convinced me that I am ready to leave for an even more extended period of time. I have learned to adapt to the situation and try and make the best of it. Initially, I found the task of cultural inundation daunting, but each day has served to further confirm my decision to come here.
I feel like I had been missing out all along though. What was I doing in America, complacent with the boredom that I experienced in my day-to-day activities? My current lifestyle had made me unware of all that was around me. It becomes so obvious to you the instance that you leave, but I can’t help but miss the certainty of that boredom. At least that was familiar. But I am here now. That is what matters.