Traveling technology has changed the way we keep in touch. Once upon a time when the likes of Dick Whittington left his village for the big city he was never heard from again. The “penny post” was extremely expensive and anyway, most people were illiterate. Until the overland telegraph reached Darwin it took months for a message to come by very slow ship to Australia.
On our first trip overseas for 4 weeks in 2004 overseas calls were so expensive we never made any ,while finding what was happening in Australia was really hard. When local media was in English there was never any mention of Australia. We sent postcards back, but couldn’t get messages sent to us unless it was an emergency, which, thankfully there wasn’t. Traveling overseas teaches you that we might be a big country but to the rest of the world we aren’t very significant. Coming home always teaches you that you wouldn’t want to live anywhere else, however!
In 2007 when we traveled to South America there was widespread availability of the Internet in hotels, and we could exchange emails and even read the Sydney Morning Herald online before your time ran out. Sometimes it is nice to know stuff that’s happened at home, even if it was my eldest son writing his bike off in an accident but thankfully with only minor injuries. In 2010 it is so easy to travel with a computer, little net books are small enough and cheap enough to carry in a backpack on a plane and a USB modem allows you relatively cheap access to Internet.
Enter the traveling blog, like this one, PassingTime. Neither of us have ever been regular diarists but I have always valued those who keep a journal not just for the record of what you are doing, saying and especially feeling but also for the value of reflection. Taking the time to consider each day what you have done and plan for what you do is something that many creative people do as a matter of course as part of their daily outing. Actually publishing what you produce is possibly a bit of an affectation but one of the advantages of today is that almost everyone can be a Boswell, living an ordinary life but documenting the life going on around them.
To answer the question above. We are our second last day in Darwin just doing the tourist thing. It has been over 35 degrees every day since we have been here, and it is still midwinter! It is too hot to sleep comfortably at night and we appreciate the air conditioning in our van. We are one month into our trip with four to go. Five thousand Km traveled and fifteen to go. Everyday we speak to someone different at the pool, laundry and hear a different story from somewhere else. In some ways these interactions are shallow in that we will probably never meet or speak to them again but new places, people and experiences certainly are a spice to life if you can afford them