My Dad’s always had this thing about Darwin.
Any time any of us suggested any place to go, my Dad used to say ‘sure, let’s do it when we get back from Darwin.’
He never had any intention of going to Darwin.
My husband’s started to say it lately.
Stuff like, ‘sure, let’s go to Broome after we go to Darwin.’
I’ve wanted to go to Broome for, what seems like, ever.
I want to ride a camel at sunset on Cable Beach, I want to see the blue of the skies, that green/blue of the Indian Ocean and the red of the Kimberley. He doesn’t.
He said we can call in on the way back from Darwin when we do the driving around Australia thing.
I want to go to Exmouth and Ningaloo Reef and swim with the whale sharks. He doesn’t. He’s suggested we call in there on the way back from Darwin too.
I want to fly to Perth and drive around the bottom to Esperance and walk on the squeaky white sands. At around 750kms each way, I think we’re calling in there after Darwin as well.
Somehow I don’t think my husband has any intention of going to Darwin either.
Don’t get me wrong, I happen to think Darwin would be a great place to visit- anyone who’s been there has told me so. It’s just that there are other places in Oz that rank higher on the list… There’s so many places in the world I still want to see. I don’t want to just tick them off, I want to immerse myself.
Whenever I suggest somewhere that involves flying somewhere in Australia, hubby uses the value proposition- about how it’s more expensive for us to travel within Australia than it is to go to Asia.
I get that and it annoys me. It annoys me that he’s right and it annoys me that we measure experience in terms of value for money.
It’s like the Cradle Mountain track in Tasmania- another thing I’d like to do. At my age though, I’d like to do it a little more comfortably than how I would have wanted to do it when I was 20 something- although when I was 20 something I was too busy doing the ambition and getting a house thing to think about doing the Cradle Mountain thing.
But at nearly $3000 per person for less than a week, I could pay for 3 return air tickets to Malaysia, or Thailand, or Bali.
My husband reminded me of that too. He also suggested that a helicopter ride would be cheaper and I’d still get to see it all.
He’s right, of course, but you can’t put a value proposition on the achievement of a goal. Or an experience.
At present my bucket list is fluid and exists in my head. I’m thinking of putting it on the fridge and actively aiming to tick things off. He says that it has to be achievable. I think that takes the bucket out of bucket list. The whole point is for it to be part dream, part goal. In my opinion, anyway.
He says my travel bucket list is like my cookbook collection- I don’t have enough days left to cook all the recipes in my bookshelf. Whatever.
A cyber buddy is planning a trek to Everest Base Camp next year. I’m excited for her. As part of the journey she’s raising money for Because I’m a Girl- a girls education charity. (You can read about her plan and her trip over at Travelling bag). That’s one helluva goal, and will be one helluva experience- the sort of experience you can’t put a price on.
For me? We’re planning a family trip to Thailand next year. This translates to I’m doing the planning, hubby and Miss 14 are throwing in helpful suggestions. Thailand is on the list of overseas destinations to visit.
After that I’m thinking I might just go to Darwin.