Plans and Theroux

The process of transition is one that can hang in suspension over a period seemingly absent of end.  Times of change and movement (or rather, the planning stages, in which one has the mindset to change) can become protracted to the greatest lengths.  What I mean to say is that I am stuck in my China quest.  Yes, stuck.
But stuck is not exactly a reality that I want to acknowledge, namely because I am stubborn.  In my opinion, three years time spent in pursuit of this goal should be followed by however many more it will take in order to reach the end; at this point it would be all waste to throw the plans to the wind.  With that in mind, I continue my plotting and forming.  Should all come to naught with my camp contact in Beijing, I intend to just say screw it, buy a ticket and hop on a plane with what funds I have.  At the very least it would be a few months of travel and a chance to work something out on that end once I have found a good spot to stop.  I think Beijing would be a bit too expensive to start out, and I’m not sure that it’s where I want to be, that is if I am without job.  Great for learning the language, abysmal to those without much of a budget.
I have been reading Paul Theroux’s “Ghost Train to the Eastern Star”, a bit of a memoir in which the author revisit’s a journey he made three decades prior.  Mr. Theroux, if you are reading, I salute you.  For a book with potentially the dullest first 100 pages I have encountered in a long time, the following two hundred are absolutely amazing.  I can’t put it down, and it has given me wanderlust of the severest level.  All I can think about are trains, travel and the appeal of movement.  Theroux, and man well into his sixties, describes his process of entering and exiting numerous nations that I would never set foot in, namely Turkmenistan.  Though I do not have the slightest desire to enter any nation that is actively labeled a police state, there is something very appealing in Theroux’s dry, sharp demeanor; he acknowledges the sketchy nature of the places he ventures, discusses the risk and fear, and continues on as planned.  Brutal war and social unrest in Sri Lanka? No problem, just make sure you head far enough south!
It is not so much a question of asking how I find this nature within myself, as I am more than content to travel.  Instead, it is more about figuring out how to make it happen.  Theroux is a well published (and, I can assume, financially established) individual.  I am an amateur outdoor educator/writer/coffee junky with no bank account to speak of.  Winging it in terms of your day to day plans while on a trip is one thing.  To hell with the itinerary, go where you like.  Winging it without any financial backup plan, however, is quite a different matter.  Bouncing from country to country feels just a little bit safer when you have a few Benjamin’s urging you forward (That is unless you are in Turkmenistan, of course.  Then you just have to be outright ballsy).  At this point, playing it safe is just looking a bit too expensive.

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