Diary of a Dream Chaser

 

The following is a 1200-word summation of the first six months of my trip around the world without flying. Stories from Liverpool to Mumbai, and several stops in between. Enjoy!

April 1st, 2012

It’s 1 a.m. as I leave Leopold’s, perhaps the most famous pub in Mumbai.

I cross the road and begin the twenty-minute walk back to my hostel, stepping over a young mother and five children asleep on the footpath, tattered strips of cardboard serving poorly as their bedding. I’d seen them huddled outside the entrance to Leopold’s earlier, hands out, hoping for a few rupees to fall their way.

Rats dive in and out of the shadows as I continue on up the road. Stray dogs are everywhere, some laid out on the concrete, others snarling and scuffling amongst each other. I pass sleeping bodies every minute or so. I find myself wondering how they fare when the monsoon comes.

October 1st, 2011

I wake up on a bus station bench in Liverpool. I’d taken an overnight Eurolines from Dublin and arrived at 3 a.m. Now it was 5 a.m., close enough to sunrise that I decide to venture out, all my worldly possessions on my back. I have several hours to kill before I’m due to meet a friend I’ve never met before.

By chance I end up at a John Lennon memorial a short time later, watching the sun come up as I scoff three bananas. My epic journey has just begun. There’s no supressing the warm thrill rising through my bones.

October 14th – November 4th, 2011

My three-week stint in Amsterdam starts in much the same way. I arrive via a bus from London before the dawn, and a few hours later find myself watching the sun come up from a park bench, bananas accompanied by peanut butter this time, the favorite foodstuff of a vegetarian vagabond.

I leave the park on a mission to find an apartment. Having nothing prearranged and knowing not a soul in town, I nonetheless step optimistic into the uncertainty.

Thirty-six hours later and I’m moving into a nice apartment near Westerpark. The owner has agreed to me paying half the asking price and staying until the end of the month. There’s fast wifi and a hammock in the living room.

Living situation sorted, I now set my sights on becoming an outrageous flirt. For too long I’d been the type of guy who’d see an attractive woman and do absolutely nothing. As a result, I’d built up thousands of tiny regrets over the years. I’d realized that all those wimpy what-ifs were slowly eating away at me, and I was determined to do something about it.

Two weeks later, having made myself go out every day and flirt with at least five attractive women, I’d hit on more than a hundred ladies in the streets and bars of Amsterdam. Through it all, I’d experienced lots of awkward moments and gut-wrenching rejection, but had emerged as a fun-loving flirt who could comfortably strike up a conversation with an attractive stranger and often come away with at least her phone number.

Big strides, good memories. This is what I’m thinking as I hop on a bus to Frankfurt.

November 15th – 22nd, 2011

My friend Selina meets me near the train station in Zurich. I’m kindly hosted by her and her husband at their comfy apartment for the next week.

It proves a busy few days for me, as I present a workshop on blogging, catch up on numerous work projects, and do an interview with a German TV station about minimalism. My week in Switzerland ends as I climb aboard a sleeper train bound for Vienna.

January 24th, 2012

I’ve been stuck in Budapest for two months, waiting for visas to come through. Pakistan is proving impossible, but I’ve finally been given clearance to visit India and Iran. In a few days I’ll wave the Magyars goodbye and catch a train to Romania.

But right now I find myself dining with a lovely Hungarian girl. It’s been an unusual three-week relationship. Since she lives with her parents and I’m staying at a hostel, privacy has been hard to come by. Several times she’s called over to my digs and we’ve snuggled up on the common room couch to watch a movie.

Surprisingly enough, I find I’m not craving sex. The intimacy we share is plenty fulfilling.

February 25th, 2012

It’s been three days since I arrived in Istanbul, having finally escaped the coldest winter Romania has seen for sixty years.

I’m eager to get out and experience this magical city, but my work keeps me tied to my laptop. Such is often life when you work from the road. You arrive ready to explore new surroundings, only to find that you have dozens of emails awaiting reply and several clients requesting additions to their spiffy new websites. While I’m grateful I can work from anywhere with an Internet connection, it’s not quite the prolonged picnic most folks imagine it to be. It’s like I have a full-time job, just with my office ever-changing.

On the whole though, I can’t complain. This is the life I chose, and the highs far outnumber the lows. I’ve visited more countries the past five months than I had the previous three decades. Still in the early stages of my journey, I’ve been fortunate enough to meet many a remarkable person, see many an unforgettable sight, and feel freer than most men ever will.

March 11, 2012

I arrive in Bandar Abbas, a gritty port town on the South coast of Iran, with $10 and a phone number. I’ve got 36 hours to kill before my ferry departs for Dubai. The $10 is enough for a hotel room or food, but not both.

It’s my ninth day in a country I learned too late operates a cash-only economy. My bank and credit cards are useless here. I’ve been hustling through Tehran and Isfahan for the past week, trying to cobble together enough cash to stay afloat, suppressing my independent nature to accept much-needed assistance from local Couchsurfers and fellow travelers.

The phone number proves golden. Through Mohamad’s network I end up with a private tour of the city, four free meals, and a comfortable place to stay the night.

I board that ferry better understanding both sides of generosity, and with a stronger conviction that most people are good, regardless of location. I also leave feeling extremely privileged for all I was able to experience in Iran. In just ten days I’ve seen these people laugh, dance, pray and cry.

April 1st, 2012

It’s been twenty minutes since I left Leopold’s and stepped over that first footpath family. I turn the last corner towards my air-conditioned hostel. Relief from the muggy night awaits.

As I walk the final stretch, I realize for the umpteenth time on this trip just how lucky and privileged I am: Born healthy to good parents in the Western World, educated well, and endowed with the freedom to live my life however I please.

People often ask me why I’ve embarked on this four year trip around the world without flying. No matter what answer I give, they seldom seem satisfied. I’ve come to accept that those of us who go all out to live our wildest dreams will rarely be understood by those who don’t. And that’s fine. At the end of it all, us dream chasers will have as compensation our stories unforgettable, our lives unregrettable.

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  1. Holy cow, Niall!

    This was really really good!

    A lot of stuff you write makes me think – but for some reason this stood out as aesthetically different and on a higher level.

    The way you set the tone with your first instance was really good. I like how you tied that same theme back in at the end.

    This was awesome and it makes me glad to be a subscriber! =) Keep going!

  2. Hi Niall,

    this post is absolutely wonderful. I remember the change of the past months and find myself reflecting on much of what happened during that time, both for you as well as for me.

    Your writing captures the feeling of the scenes – hats off!

    Keep going, I’m looking forward to reading you again!

    Yours,
    Sabine

  3. Whoahhhh…that time sequence was like this!

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    Oh snap. Loving the personal feel. The First-Person builds a lot of empathy, and makes us readers feel more connected. Great first post, homeslice.

  4. Great summing of your adventure so Niall. Also, if there isn’t a photo taken of you running pigeons in that square, I will be very disappointed. :P

    The video also felt very…. peaceful for some reason. Almost as if you’re at peace and all is well in the world right now, can’t be a bad thing, I say.

  5. This post is amazing. Sometimes, reading individual posts, it’s so easy for me (and maybe other readers too, I don’t know) to forget what a huge and life-affirming journey this has already been for you – but seeing it all put together here really brings everything back into perspective. You continue to inspire me to keep dreaming of wider horizons, even if it’s a while before I see them! I’ve said it before, and I’m sure I’ll say it again – Dude, you rock! :D

  6. Hey Niall,

    Love the post! Am just wondering whether you ever feel homesick or crave the security of a more permanent place to live or group of friends? I’m living abroad right now and I find those feelings are really preventing me from getting everything I can out of the experience. Any thoughts?

  7. OK, I just read your post about not missing people and I think that’s a great perspective, but I do find myself craving a security of my hometown and all the people there who I care about, and I also do get lonely… just wondering what you think.

    • Hey Jeanie,

      I hear ya. I do get a bit jaded when I move through several places quickly. I’m happy to be staying put in Kathmandu for a couple of months now, so I’ll be able to get back into a bit of a routine with several things, and form a regular group of friends here that I can hang out with repeatedly. There is a lot to be said for having a familiar real-world social network nearby.

  8. Great post. Also good documentation of your travel and experiences. It will be great to post pictures of the places and people you meet along the way too.

    Thanks for sharing.

  9. A nice reminder to get out there, wherever there might be, as it might in fact be here, and get chasing those dreams