I mean, the Maldives is nice, but I want something different.
I want to go riding a horse somewhere in the breathtaking landscapes of Lesotho. I want to experience the Kingdom in the Sky for myself.
You know?
I want to explore.
Not just explore, but explore on my own terms. I want to be the kind of traveller who doesn’t go somewhere simply because everyone else is going there. I’d love to discover adventure for myself first, then later I can consider all the famous tourist destinations.
I want to be a tourist in the places most people overlook.
Do you get what I’m saying?
I want to experience snow, but before anything else, I want to experience snow here in Africa. In Lesotho.
I have a thing for Rwanda too, but I am intentional about Lesotho.
Most people probably think I’m less ambitious whenever I say I have absolutely no desire to leave Kenya and permanently settle on another continent. It’s one of the few things about myself that I’ve always been certain about.
And don’t ask me, “But why?”
Because… why not?
I genuinely wouldn’t know how to answer that question.
I just know I don’t have to leave Kenya to be considered successful. I love the life I’m slowly building for myself here. I know my version of success.
Besides, I’m a wanderer at heart, so travelling is always welcome.
I would love to experience gorillas for the first time. I already know I’m going to cry. I mean, I want to see a silverback with my own eyes. The fluffy, chubby, magnificent silverbacks.
But before the gorilla trek, I’d love to spend a week or two deep in a Ugandan village. I’d want to immerse myself completely in their way of life, get ridiculously attached to the people, leave, come back to Kenya, then spend another week recovering from homesickness for a place that was technically home for only fourteen days.
Then I can go see the gorillas.
I want to experience the nomadic life in Nepal.
I want to disappear for a while.
No gadgets in sight.
Just me and the environment.
The way people existed before technology became an extension of the human body.
And Botswana.
I want to explore Botswana.
I think it would be incredible standing at the Kazungula Bridge and experiencing the unique point where Botswana, Namibia, Zambia, and Zimbabwe almost touch. There’s something magical about that.
As adventurous as I am, my adventures usually stop at trying new foods. But honestly, I wouldn’t mind trying raw meat in Ethiopia.
Before all that…and so much more…. I would love to intentionally tour every single county in Kenya, my home country. Every one of them.
I know I could go on and on and on until the cows come home. (Haaah! Yes, I know that’s not exactly how that phrase is supposed to be used, but I’ve been wanting to use it lately.)
Anyway…
These are my random Monday afternoon delusions.
Wishing you an awesome week ahead.
Shadow to my light. 