|because people are more fun than sand!|
There's something I learned over the past weeks, and I'm not ashamed to say it. I grew up in the countryside, but I always was a city girl inside. For the past half year, I tried to push myself and forced myself to get comfortable with a lot of stuff I don't like - hostel dorms, overnight buses, meat, not judging strangers so harshly and being a bit less antisocial. While I couldn't say I'm enjoying any of this, I made it work.
|yeah, mountains, rocks, more mountains, sand. seen plenty of it. also, the Andes in the background. seeing them every other day. not too thrilled.|
If it's a small village and it has people, like many of my trips in rural Vietnam, Korea or Japan, I can enjoy it. But vast landscapes inhabitated by no one (or only tourists)? Boring - I mean, what can you see that you can't see on a postcard, anyway?
|there. went. smiled. can we go now?|
But staring into the desert/down from a mountain/onto a lake? Not for me, and I'm not wasting any more time and money on trying to convince myself that I might, maybe, like it.