He always had funny stories about him and his friend.
Except the fact that it sometimes encouraged me to do the stupids things he did, I think that it is a part of education. If your father is a good model when you are a child, you automatically respect him when you grow up.
You may be think that a father is always a model for a kid, I don’t think so.
Anyway, one question has always been on my mind:
What stories will I tell my kids?
To be honest, it is THE question that pushed me to do a World Tour.
Of course I wanted to do it for myself, I had never traveled before and I really wanted to learn from others cultures, to discover new medicines, new landscapes…
But I had good friends, a good job and I was happy in my city. My roomate always told me: you must be scared to leave your lifestyle right?
Actually, I was.
I was spending a lot of time getting information about this kind of travel.
One night, I just asked myself , what will I answer when my kids ask me: why have you never traveled?
Certainly, I would invent good excuses…
But the real reason would have been: Because I was scared, I would have loved to, but I was scared.
It was just unbearable to think about it, so I bought my around the world ticket that night.
Today, after 6 months, I am still traveling and I’m going to do a road trip along the East coast of Australia in few days.
But I already imagine myself telling him how I met monks in India, how I met an Immam in Dubai, how aggressive the komodo dragons were…
Maybe I will confess to him that he helped me to buy my plane ticket.
In any case, I still have to meet his mother…