One of the biggest fights I ever had on a roadtrip was with my brother, potentially due to both of us being hungry; he wouldn’t stop for the elephants. All our lives we had been training for the “roadtrip efficiency marathon” that Maximo would put us throught to get to Los Llanos. The premises were simple everytime: prepack, preload, streamline, don’t stop. Any delays would be met with harsh words, looks of disappointment, and the guilt if delaying everyone’s joy.
Because we had been training for this and the road was just the means to the happiest place on earth, we never learned to enjoy the journey, as the reward would only arrive once we reached our destination. Being in a car then became a mean to get from A to B – but what about what happens in between?
So far I’ve learned that there is so much more in the journey, and while I’m still impatient to get to B, I make an effort to grasp what happens in those moments enclosed between A and B.
Because we had been training for this and the road was just the means to the happiest place on earth, we never learned to enjoy the journey, as the reward would only arrive once we reached our destination. Being in a car then became a mean to get from A to B – but what about what happens in between?
So far I’ve learned that there is so much more in the journey, and while I’m still impatient to get to B, I make an effort to grasp what happens in those moments enclosed between A and B.
These were our inbetween moments; an 8 hour journey from Nairobi to the Masaai Mara.
