We prefer to travel slowly. When we take a road trip, we try to stay awhile to enjoy interesting places along the way. We don’t drive every day, and, when we do drive, we restrict our driving time to just a few hours.
International travel is rarely “slow” travel. As soon as we buckle our seat belts and the plane picks up altitude and speed, we know slow travel has been temporarily abandoned. Disorientation sets in as multiple time zones are crossed. By the time we land, in a fog of exhaustion, we try to instantly adjust to changes in weather, language, surroundings, and food (just for starters).
We started the week with an end to our California visit. The family piled into our daughter’s car and headed up and over the Santa Cruz Mountains, and pulled into the last parking space at the beach in Aptos. This was not the sunny beach you envision when you think “California.”
When we planned the trip we, knew it would be just too much for us to get on another plane after the long, long flight from San Francisco to Singapore, so we stayed overnight at a hotel in the Singapore airport. That was a first for us. After breakfast, we wheeled our bags into the terminal and boarded our next flight.
After landing in Laos, still in a haze of disorientation, we questioned why we put ourselves through this. Then the veil of exhaustion slowly lifted, and the wonders of our new place came into focus.
It took a few days to adjust to the change from California to Laos and to slide back into a state of equilibrium. We’re happily back to the joys and rewards of slow travel.