During my two weeks off we have had a few days out in Wales and the Lake District walking with Cagney and Lacey. Cagney loved having a swim at Llyn Brenig, Lacey not so much! And a few places more close to home.
I’ve spent some time relaxing, watching the cricket—the second test was a wash out but fabulous to see Jimmy Anderson take his 600th Test wicket.
If we had been in Greece, which is where we had planned origninally I would have been doing a lot of reading, I normally read 3-5 books (I’m a slow reader) mostly fiction loaded up on my kindle – nice and light for travelling. This year I decided as we couldn’t go abroad I would go abroad in my books. I chose 3 books of women travelling to different places.
The first book was by Kira Salak, who travelled to the heart of New Guinea. This book gripped me from the start, a book filled with danger, trials and tribulations to see a country she had wanted to visit from pictures she had seen. She writes with passion and you really get to meet the other people she encounters on her journey. I wouldn’t want to spoil the book, but this is one I would recommend if you want a gripping story.
The second book was by Sarah Marquis. I started to read it and instantly felt deflated after Kira’s book. A professional traveller, who spent 2 years planning the journey with her team. She walked alone, but there were points where things got tough she just needed to get in contact for her support team to get her out of where she was. Her mission was to get to a tree in Austrailia. For me, going somewhere you want to take in the local culture, but this seemed impossible in Mongolia – actively finding camping spots away from locals. I’m still not sure if it was because it would have been dangerous for a lone female, or because she wanted to be alone. Maybe its because its not written as much in a stroy style that I didn’t engage with it as well, but it was still and interesting read.
The third book was by Kate Harris. This was written much more in a story style. Instead of walking her and a friend were biking the Silk Road. The journey was over a period of time in between studying at Oxford and MIT. She wanted to be an explorer, that’s what drove her. There is certainly a different dynamic when sharing the journey, willing to take risks in environments that would have been far more of a risk to a loan female – able to support and keep each other going. To have someone to share the memories of the journey with.
All three are certainly worth reading. There is a desire to see a new place, experience new cutures and experience the history of those places past and present. I’ve travelled to many places even if I don’t have the miles to show for it. These stories drive us on to take on more journeys that keep us loving our world.